It's the new age, but it's getting old
We found a new way to try to fit the mold
In a world full of followers
I've never felt hollower
We're wasting our time
Laying our lives on the line
So put your hands in the air
(We know you won't)
Cause your face and your fingers
Are glued to your phone
Can we cut the cord?
Bite the hand that feeds?
'Cause I've grown so bored
Of this tangled web we've weaved
Maybe I'm jaded, but I kinda hatе it
The way we're bеhaving's decaying
So sing it if you're with me
Can we break free and escape this net?
We're close as three feet
And yet we can't connect
(Just shoot me a text)
So put your hands in the air
(We know you won't)
'Cause you're too busy thinking of
What you should post
Can we cut the cord?
Bite the hand that feeds?
'Cause I've grown so bored
Of this tangled web we've weaved
Maybe I'm jaded, but I kinda hatе it
The way we're bеhaving's decaying
And I feel out of place
Like I'm lost in cyberspace
Please take me home
A page without a face
Bookmark it so friends
That I don't recognize
Can watch me drift along alone
So put your hands in the air
Is anybody out there?
Can we cut the cord?
Could we up and leave?
Is there just no cure for our apathy?
Guess I'm jaded 'cause I fucking hate it
The way we're behaving's decaying
So sing it if you're with me
