Thinking of some time off
Time to clear my head
Never made our minds up
So we just stayed in bed
Eyes have grown so tired of
Screens that must refresh
For all our new advances now
We still feel things in flesh
A mallet hits your knee
But it won't find a nerve
A modern malady
The truth that we deserve
The new formalities
And rituals observed
The truth that we deserve
An empathetic notice
From those who say they care
Apathetic train-wreck
We rubber-neck and stare
Chalk it up to progress
Delete away our shame
Self-obsessive vampires
Emptying out veins
A mallet hits your knee
But it won't find a nerve
A modern malady
The truth that we deserve
The new formalities
And rituals observed
The truth that we deserve
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Lyrics submitted by Conor Brandt.