Mmm
I had a dream last week, lying on the ground like a piece of meat
Rotting on a sidewalk somewhere, people would stop to just stare
Had the vultures circling, I thought, at first, they were worshipping
Came to the altar prepared, hounds with the canine teeth bared

I've let them give me life, then they take it away
I feed myself on everything they've got to say
What would happen if I left them hanging one day?
Write the scripture, take the scissors, cut the cord

Cord, cut the cord
Uh, cut the cord

Pretty young thing, until you're not
Pretty young thing, until you rot
Then you're stranded, branded, panicked, frantic
Terrified of turning rancid, 'cause a pretty young thing's as good as gone

I'm holding on for life, it tethers and it sways
I feed myself on everything they've got to say
What would happen if I left them hanging one day?
Write the scripture, take the scissors, cut the cord

Cut the cord
Uh, cut the cord
(The secret to their beauty is a scary truth)
Cut the cord
Uh (Is a scary truth)
Cut the cord
The secret to their beauty is a scary truth
They'll drain you dry and make fountains of your youth
The secret to their beauty is a scary truth
They'll drain you dry (make you cry) and make fountains of your youth
The secret to their beauty is a scary truth
They'll drain you dry and make fountains of your youth
The secret to their beauty is a scary truth
They'll drain you dry (make you cry) and make fountains of your youth