Life at Disconnect
Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun
Picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth
Had it been their insides spilling into the sand
They'd see on cracking land their spirit cannot triumph
Take a breath
Sit back and relax
Enjoy your moment of peace
You'll soon be back in the middle
Prepare for this one
To make you flinch in disbelief
When you catch a glimpse of those
Just following the paths that got us to where we are
Who are these human shadows
With still-beating hearts?
Scratching at the door to our paradise
Who are these humans?
So this is paradise
Beyond the distance hands of the world
Here we all think that we don't belong
But still bow our heads to our emperors
Is this all there is?
Maybe we really have nothing to say
Maybe we truly are just shallow and lame
And we're all just waiting for the end
The spectacle or some kind of catastrophe
To bring us back to earth
To stun our ever-nodding heads
To introduce us once again
To the one incorruptible
As she flushes us from our veins
Kills us to live again
In case you wonder, I'm not trying to be cynical
I know how you feel if your life's at disconnect
In case you wonder what the fuck's wrong with me
If it all makes sense, you're the furthest fucking gone
They've got badges that they cover with their hands while they're
Bashing your fucking head
They've got graveyards that they'll fill with that head
If you start getting anywhere
I won't pretend that we're on the winning end
But when did that matter before anyway?
Picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth
Had it been their insides spilling into the sand
They'd see on cracking land their spirit cannot triumph
Take a breath
Sit back and relax
Enjoy your moment of peace
You'll soon be back in the middle
Prepare for this one
To make you flinch in disbelief
When you catch a glimpse of those
Just following the paths that got us to where we are
Who are these human shadows
With still-beating hearts?
Scratching at the door to our paradise
Who are these humans?
So this is paradise
Beyond the distance hands of the world
Here we all think that we don't belong
But still bow our heads to our emperors
Is this all there is?
Maybe we really have nothing to say
Maybe we truly are just shallow and lame
And we're all just waiting for the end
The spectacle or some kind of catastrophe
To bring us back to earth
To stun our ever-nodding heads
To introduce us once again
To the one incorruptible
As she flushes us from our veins
Kills us to live again
In case you wonder, I'm not trying to be cynical
I know how you feel if your life's at disconnect
In case you wonder what the fuck's wrong with me
If it all makes sense, you're the furthest fucking gone
They've got badges that they cover with their hands while they're
Bashing your fucking head
They've got graveyards that they'll fill with that head
If you start getting anywhere
I won't pretend that we're on the winning end
But when did that matter before anyway?
Credits
Writer(s): Jord Samolesky, Todd Kowalski, Chris Hannah
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