A line in the sand From two red hands Ghosts in the closets Scars on demand
A clutch connection From cracked mirrored eyes the stage is set for A calculated error
A failure to mention Television's new disease Hacked conceptions doors with lost keys the humming city sings with newspapers and magazines that you are not welcome, no, you are not welcome here
You are responsible You are disposable You are a number Disconnect
So now we are running For higher ground the flood gates are open My eyes are open my eyes are open my eyes are open
You are responsible You are disposable You are a number Disconnect
So let us keep in stance from function and romance Our form is failing our form is burning do not stay for it do not stay for it
You are responsible You are disposable You are a number Disconnect