[Verse 1]
Get a shrink, get a gym
Pick yourself a god, and get right with him
Still lie awake and watch the landscape lightening
'Til one more time you’ve waited out the dark
Scream your rage to the abyss
Does "social" really seem like the right word for this?
A hundred pixelated hearts and thumbs up fists
Say you’re right to feel as empty as you are

[Chorus]
Is anyone alive out there?
Am I getting through to you?
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[Verse 2]
Maybe it’s you, or maybe it’s
A functioning reaction to apocalypse
Does illness really feel like the right word for this?
This feeling that things shouldn’t be this way
So turn your head, and look away
‘Cause suffering and pain, they happen every day
But if any of your plates drop there’ll be hell to pay
So find a way to make it through the day

[Chorus]
But for a second there, thought I was
Getting through to you
The next episode starts in 4, 3, 2…
[Verse 3]
And I want things to be okay
I just can’t see how they will be
You say we must keep hope alive
But I think that’s what’s gonna kill me
The times you wish you didn’t care
If caring this much might just break you
But you could never be
Who not caring would make you
Tell yourself that come the dawn
You’re gonna start again anew
The next episode starts
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