| I can’t hear you when you speak with your fingers and thumbs
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| You’re dying to show us just how fake you have become
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| So let me ask you kid, are you feeling alive?
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| This is the end so come with me
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| Come with me — let’s pretend
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| We’ve bred a bent-backed race bent on hiding the truth
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| Degenerated, separated, brain-dead youth
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| So let me ask you — who are you — do you feel alive
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| Tell me do you feel alive
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| We’ve never been so connected — never felt so alone
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| So many friends yet we stand on our own
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| Never felt so neglected
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| How can we speak at all with our mouths sewn shut?
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| We are the walking fucking dead
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| Let’s look at life through real eyes
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| Let’s look at what we’ve become
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| Brain-dead army of robotical sons
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| Now a brain-dead army of robotic sons
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| Are you worthless — are you dead or alive?
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| Put it online, let the numbers decide
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| Your heart beats — you’re walking
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| Talking and breathing
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| But you’re dead inside
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| So let me ask you again, are you feeling alive?
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| Generation of the walking dead
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| Dead inside
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| I can’t hear you when you speak with your fingers and thumbs
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| You’re dying to show us just how fake you have become
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| Do you feel alive?
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| We’ve never been so connected — never felt so alone
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| So many friends yet we stand on our own
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| Never felt so neglected
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| How can we speak at all with our mouths sewn shut?
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| We have all become a brain-dead army of robotical sons |