Disconnected
G. TATE, S. ROCKENFIELD
I've got to do something
About this loathsome
State I'm in
Dis con nec ted.
Dis con nec ted.
Dis con nec ted.
Everywhere, I see decay.
Mechanized and sterilized
Visions in replay.
I must release my rage.
Oh
Dis con nect ted.
I'm
Dis con nec ted.
Feeling so
Dis con nec ted.
Down
Maybe all I need
Besides my pills
And the surgery
Is a new metaphor for reality.
I'm
Dis con nec ted.
Feeling so
Dis con nec ted.
Oh
Dis con nec ted.
You know.