Hello, I can't quite hear you
Airing all your personals to all ears
Think you're stranger for divulging your privates
For everyone to hear
There's nothing sacred, no discretion
No secret unknown
And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so alone
And it's a punisher's weekend
On the horrific planet that they roam
Resounding zombies lacking any threshold
Yeah, it's a chorus of tweakers
In a world sans interval or tone
Sewn together but they're always alone
They roam
There's always some transmission sounding in your head
Recharging your diminished ambitions, archive the stress
Calenders and sound reminders, forget to forget
You only had a couple hours of sleep but somehow you overslept
But it's a champion's weekend
In the apocalypse they all compete
Sheepish clones eat the creative meek
Yeah, it's a chorus of speakers
In a world without originals
You cannot hear the individuals
When they roam
Cause nothing's safe, there's no discretion
No secrets unheard
And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so unheard
Yeah it's a punisher's weekend
On the horrific planet that they roam
Resounding zombies lacking any threshold
Yeah, it's a chorus of tweakers
In a world without originals
You cannot hear the individuals
When they roam
