(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
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?
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 (do you feel alive?)
Never felt so neglected
How can we speak at all with our mouths sewn shut?

We are the walking fucking dead (dead)

Let's look at life through real eyes
Let's look at what we've become
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
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 (do you feel alive?)
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



Credits
Writer(s): Baptiste Louis Maxime Henri Marie Vigier, Benjamin Aaron Mattson, Boris Gilles Le Gal, Valentin Alban Louis-andre Hauser, Hubert Victor Adrien Guillet, Lucas Ciro Armand D'angelo
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