The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Frente Sit On My Hands
In my life, wasted Opinion, distracted Basically growing like vegetable Stowing the secret I already know One victim Reaction Waiting, wasted I sit on the table My life in a blink My head is revolting I shudder to think I sit on my hands You've taken my silence as total compiance How could you feel any other way? I'm spending my life and you're reading my lines out Why did I tell you how I play it? Wondering what if I crashed into feeling Could I get away with it? You've stolen my wallet with all of my soul in it Picking my pieces and pissing in my pocket I like you, we can't see I wish I could wake up You've stolen my wallet with all of my soul in it Picking my pieces and pissing in my pocket I sit on my hands
