You’re reading the news,
You see different views,
Lots of replies
Are drowning in lies.

Love near hate.
Go to sleep late,
Keep liking to rate
All of their fate.

[chorus x2]
Oh my dear Lord,
Cut off their cord!
Let them to see
What’s behind the lid.
Burn their laptops,
Oh my dear God.
Tell them the words
That they need to be told.

Press F, pay respects
For those who are dead.
No need to pick up
A handful of land.

No need to throw it
On the coffin inside
The void of the depth
Of your ceramic eyes

[chorus x2]