I've  got  to  do  something
about  this  loathsome
state  I'm  in.

                 Dis con nec ted.
                 Dis con nec ted.
                 Dis con nec ted.

Everywhere, I  see  decay.
Mechanized  and  sterilized
visions  in  replay.
I  must  release  my  rage.

Oh. . .          Dis con nec ted.
I'm. . .         Dis con nec ted.
feeling so. . .  Dis con nec ted.
down.

Maybe  all  I  need
besides  my  pills
and  the surgery
is  a  new  metaphor for reality.

I'm. . .         Dis con nec ted.
feeling so. . .  Dis con nec ted.
oh. . .          Dis con nec ted.
you know