(Dis)Connected

I can't hear you when you speak with your fingers and thumbs

You're dying to show us just how fake you have become

So let me ask you kid, are you feeling alive?

This is the end so come with me

Come with me – let's pretend

We've bred a bent-backed race bent on hiding the truth

Degenerated, separated, brain-dead youth

So let me ask you – who are you – do you feel alive

Tell me do you feel alive

We've never been so connected – never felt so alone

So many friends yet we stand on our own

Never felt so neglected

How can we speak at all with our mouths sewn shut?

We are the walking fucking dead

Let's look at life through real eyes

Let's look at what we've become

Brain-dead army of robotical sons

Now a brain-dead army of robotic sons

Are you worthless – are you dead or alive?

Put it online, let the numbers decide

Your heart beats – you're walking

Talking and breathing

But you're dead inside

So let me ask you again, are you feeling alive?

Generation of the walking dead

Dead inside

I can't hear you when you speak with your fingers and thumbs

You're dying to show us just how fake you have become

Do you feel alive?

We've never been so connected – never felt so alone

So many friends yet we stand on our own

Never felt so neglected

How can we speak at all with our mouths sewn shut?

We have all become a brain-dead army of robotical sons