Lyric

Sweet, sweet, so sweet

If I say I'm okay, then I’m okay

If I say it’s amazing, it becomes great

Affirmation loops, producing the praise

Defining existence in a verbal haze

Pre-picked, pre-selected, ready to go

The process was scripted a long time ago

Who made it? Where did it come from? Who cares?

Just play it, rotate it, affirm it in pairs

Spin it, spin it, let the ratings spin

Lick it, pet it, stroke the air within

Building an outline at the speed of a "Like"

Stick on a name that any stranger could strike

No mistakes, no misses, if it’s right here

Inside this box, where the coast is clear

In a story where failure is never a threat

I let my own shadow slip into the net

Pretending to know, without knowing a thing

Layering words that have a hollow ring

Choosing relief over doubt every time

Diluting the truth in this rhythmic crime

Sweet, sweet, sweet—if you bite

The more you chew, the more the praise feels right

Sweet, sweet, sweet—don’t say a word

Just being here makes your existence heard

Sweet, sweet, sweet—any voice will do

Forming a shape that’s forced upon you

Sweet, sweet, sweet—no need to think

Just stay affirmed and let your ego sink

Get used to it, delete the strange feeling

Hold your shape with the praise you’ve been stealing

Hiding your heart, where speed is the law

Sharing an outline with a common flaw

Mimicking tones, mimicking phrases

The template is right, through all of its phases

Whose words are these? Whose thoughts are they now?

The more we mix, the safer we bow

Pretending we’re chosen, just waiting to be found

Letting the "potential" keep going 'round

Reading the air instead of using a gift

Even the silence becomes a social shift

Trim it down, shave it, round off the edge

Petting the pieces on the narrowest ledge

In a place where anyone is allowed to be

Everyone becomes the same, eventually

The voices fade out, leaving only the beat

Echoes of praise making everything sweet

Nobody’s talking, nobody’s stuck

It feels like it’s working, with a bit of luck

In the silence where thinking is no longer required

Only the judgment is left to be fired

I have a place to stay, but the feeling is gone

I don't even know what I’m standing upon

Sweet, sweet, sweet—if you bite

The more you chew, the more the praise feels right

Sweet, sweet, sweet—don’t say a word

Just being here makes your existence heard

Sweet, sweet, sweet—any voice will do

Forming a shape that’s forced upon you

Sweet, sweet, sweet—no need to think

Just stay affirmed and let your ego sink

The words of praise start to peel away

Leaving the insides in a cold display

I can’t remember a single face here

Only the volume of the voices stays clear

Affirmation, affirmation, affirmation alone

Keeping the speed on a throne made of bone

Denial and doubt, and the reasons why

Can't keep up, so they fall and they die

Affirmation, affirmation, affirmation spins

Sweetness remains while the cycle begins

Not knowing who bit it, or why it was fed

Only the bait starts to disappear instead