Grabbing the child by its head
Interconnecting technologies
Burned our brains to our core
All gray, ash in the air
We are dead
We are dead!
Says the radio...

No one knows what they want
No one talks to each other
They take the digital connections
They live away, away
Grey and dull as always
I guess life is really that unbearable

Friended people makes you want to leave
To earn a right to freedom
And through it all you were fine
Just look back and mourn for what didn't exist
Makes you feel stupid
Must it be this world I live in for this?

I walk around and see people with strings attached to them
I am the only one that's normal
They seem dead to me
They repeat the same things
I look around and expect change
A possibility for action to be made
But nothing
I walk around and it all seems like a cemetery
Of spirits thinking they are alive