The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Therapy Tightrope Walker
I'm trying to walk up the stairs My hands are snatchin' at the slivers of light I'm stickin' to the steps Each one a release From the place below I'm on a mission On the hunt for clean Clear vapour skies 'Cos I'm choking on my own I need some air The dark skies behind me Begging you to scrape off, your disco paint It's open to the night And I'm sick as a hospital And empty factories You look so tiny, so very unimportant I'm nearly there, and everything feels fine Don't wanna look behind me Don't wanna look beneath me Every movement Every vibration Every movement Every vibration High above piss city Watch the pigs-ear people All dead in their drows Some suffer in silence Someone sparks Some gorge sucking on silicone I've got the urge to jump Watch life whizz by Fast foward flash But hold on boy I feel...alive Don't wanna look behind me Don't wanna look beneath me Every movement Every vibration Every movement Every vibration Don't wanna look behind me Don't wanna look beneath me Every movement Every vibration Every movement Every vibration Don't wanna look behind me Don't wanna look beneath me Every movement Every vibration Every movement Every vibration
