He lives in a fabricated world We're dead, reality hits It's time to shake up the world we live in Oh God, look me in the eyes You've seen what all you've suffered Faithful, faithless You live a lie Whole generation disconnected Minds infected, souls rejected Everybody losing track of what respect is Overly attached to image, no perspective A whole room full of widescreens of black souls Like cows that are endowed to a black cult Watch them all sit and suffer like a sad clone Eagles dance in the void of a chad room I don't want your fucking phone request I don't want your fucking phone request I don't want your fucking phone request I don't want your fucking phone request I don't want your fucking phone request This is a social disorder You lost respect for humanity Goodbye, a virtual world You lost touch with reality I fear for the future of records Disconnect me from this world Disconnect me from this world So many follow you but you will escape Nobody really cares when you speak They look right past you, lost in the cold Empty attention will lead you cold Faithful, faithless You live a lie Disconnect me from this world Disconnect me from this world Disconnect me from this world Disconnect me from this world