Their time, online, centralized

Transmissions feeding back

Cold eyes, lost in white light

There was no pulse at all

Denying the world they're concealing

A faction kept to itself

Content with what they're revealing

Obsessed false image of self

You can tell I'm not ready

To surrender control

New words lead to new worlds

And we're dead all again

Somewhere in our own hands

Recognize your face in the filtered clouds

Hope that no one finds you back here on the ground

They were dancing for hours while you couldn't look up

There's no missing the future wrapped in digital dust

Deny the world they're concealing

A faction kept to itself

Content with what they're revealing

Obsessed false image of self

You can tell I'm not ready

To surrender control

New words lead to new worlds

And we're dead all again

Somewhere in our own hands

You can tell I'm not ready

To surrender control

New words lead to new worlds

And we're dead all again

Somewhere in our own hands