Disconnected
Anders Friden, Bjorn Gelotte, Jesper Stromblad
Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind
Why do they run?
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep
You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
Oh, I feel like shit
But at least I feel something
Is this all you're meant to be?
Their marks in the pavement
You walk this route too many times
What if I changed the signs?
Would you even take notice?
You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like shit
But at least I feel something
Is this all you have to give?
Straight jacket you yearn
In chains surrender
You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
Oh, I feel like shit
But at least I feel something
You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like shit
But at least I feel something