We are connected to the main frame
Connected to the wire
Connected to the human brain
Of roses and fire
We are connected to cyber space
Connected to death
The only thing we never feel
Is the weight of our breath
Out here in the country
With the night coming on
Connected now to nothing
Like dogs in a storm
Apocalypse is coming
Here come the undead
Marching in chaos
Like the thoughts in your head
We are connected to the main frame
With our souls plugged in
Our spirits are now digital
We were electrical skin
We are figments of the Internet
It's hand reaching out
Bleeding through our eyes
In the heart of our drought
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
The desert here is empty
Our cure is disease
Our god is on a screen
The sky on its knees
The rain of pollution
The fog of ideas
There is no absolution
Just crocodile tears
Here comes the revolution
No army to beat
No big bomb exploding
Or cyanide to eat
Computer domination
A world without bounds
A soul in mutilation
Like the silence of sounds
Here come the revolution
Electronically made
The death of evolution
The humanity fade
Humanity fade
Humanity fade