Lyrics

Trouble We’re In
(Peter Bonscher)

Got to find
a way to define
the trouble we’re in
To simplify
the puzzle and crime
of the times that we're in.
Yeah the trouble we’re in.

Late at night
locked in their minds
with games of our fate,
History rhymes
in slogans and signs
and the choices we make.

Yeah the choices we make,
come on baby,
output your memory to the cloud.
Yeah the choices we make,
my sweet darlin’,
empathy lost might never be found,
Yeah the choices we make.

Everybody just does what they want to
Everybody just does what they want.
Oceans die, changing the sky
from the way that we live.

Everybody just does what they want to
Hypnotized by the things that they want,
Pacified in a quickening stride,
it’s the way that we live.
And it’s the times that were in.

Going live
following blind,
in a virtual swim.
Advertising
chasing our minds
in a digital sieve.

Out of time, I’ll just do what I want to.
If you don’t mind,
I’ll just do what I want.
I can’t deny,
I’m caught up inside,
It’s the way that we live.

And it’s the trouble we’re in,
come on baby,
output your memory to the cloud.
It’s the trouble we’re in,
my sweet darling,
empathy lost might never be found.
It’s the trouble we’re in.

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