Post-Modern Rhapsody

Burning down the candle wick

It makes my motor tick

I don't get it

Did these people come with spare bits?

That terminator shit

Plug and replace it

Upgraded, updated

But you're never gonna fit in

Now I can follow trends and fashion

But I was never programmed

To show compassion

For some fucking Kardashian

And all this car crash television's

Giving me an aneurysm

It's the age of pretend

Superficial intelligence

I went and got a new phone

But it's just another thing that

Never rings

Never says anything

Everything is a parody

They're feeding off of your tragedy

You're cruise controlling and gradually

Joining the post-modern rhapsody, oh

Save me

I'm disconnecting from my head

Is this the end?

(It's coming)

I'm gonna break down

From all these signals in my brain

Am I insane?

(What's going on?)

Do you synthesise your thoughts at night?

Are you getting lost in artificial light?

I need to switch off

I'm sick and wired

So just give me what I want

And nobody gets, uh, hurt

Do you wake up in a cold sweat

Reach for your handset?

Do you feel like something's missing?

That's okay, the birds are always listening

Do you love yourself?

Obsession to the third degree

Do you feel dirty, huh?

Do you wanna be clean?

You're just a 21st century amputee

And LCD zombie

Can't afford a brand-new body

I'm inundated by strangers

They're fucking nameless and faceless

Oh, you're self-made by money?

Huh, that's kinda funny, honey

Save me

I'm disconnecting from my head

Is this the end?

(It's coming)

I'm gonna break down

From all these signals in my brain

Am I insane?

(What's going on?)

Do you synthesise your thoughts at night?

Are you getting lost in artificial light?

I need to switch off

I'm sick and wired

So just give me what I want

And nobody gets, uh, hurt

I'm a new age romantic

(I can't believe my ears)

I'm turning psychosomatic

(Know what you want but can't have it, you're so)

I'm so poetically tragic

(And all I wanna know is)

Do you love yourself?

Cool, it's time to love me

I'm a new age romantic

(I can't believe my ears)

I'm turning psychosomatic

(Know what you want but can't have it, you're so)

I'm so poetically tragic

(And all I wanna know is)

Do you love yourself?

(Of-fucking-course)

I'm a new age romantic

I can't believe my ears

I'm turning psychosomatic

Know what you want but can't have it

You're so, I'm so poetically tragic

And all I wanna know is

Do you love yourself?

Love yourself

Love yourself

Save me

I'm disconnecting from my head

Is this the end?

(It's coming)

I'm gonna break down

From all these signals in my brain

Am I insane?

(What's going on?)

Do you synthesise your thoughts at night?

Are you getting lost in artificial light?

I need to switch off

I'm sick and wired

So just give me what I want

And nobody gets, uh, hurt