Don't Trust The Spoon

Chorus

Don’t trust the spoon, emotions are the game,

Your anger’s flavor the bad aliens crave.

Choose wisely, my friend, the aliens don’t talk,

But they’re watching every downbeat like a hawk.

Verse

Barber’s guitar raw, gritty, bleeding truth,

Aliens crave the pain that bleeds from youth.

Biscuits bassline steady, Anti‑Wobble doing fine,

Holding the bridge on the Bose‑Einstein line.

Streaming‑only future, no rewind,

The next one feels the weight of time.

Verse

Quantum engineers patch the sound,

Fragile anchors keep spinning around.

Every measure a chance to survive,

Every downbeat keeps the cosmos alive.

Magner’s keys relay turmoil in waves,

Feeding the aliens while the crowd misbehaves.

The drummer steps in, the pressure is real,

Every strike proves the timeline can heal.

Verse

Engineers scan four‑D soul, sync beat, patch scars.

Retrospective edits smooth history, stabilizers under stars.

Cost is heavy, archives erased, live or fade you got a taste.

Bridge

Silent telepaths judge with no sound,

Feast on the perfect beat as it pounds,

Crowd must align, every body in sync,

Online stream surges, cosmos on the brink.

Verse

silence the crowd quantum burden is tough

Telepaths flex but is it enough

Music resumes sure the crowd roars

It's up to the drummer to stock alien floors

Chorus

Don’t trust the spoon, emotions are the game,

Your anger’s flavor the bad aliens crave.

Choose wisely, my friend, the aliens don’t talk,

But they’re watching every downbeat like a hawk.

Barber’s riffs raw, Magner’s keys blaze,

Aliens turn turmoil into rave haze.

Outro

And Brownie with heart synth bass to the stars,

Disco Biscuits revolution in motion.

Don’t trust the spoon,

Eat the ocean.

Disco Biscuits quantum flowing,

Will the wormhole stay open.