Hello, I can't quite hear you
Airing all your personals to all ears
Think you're stranger for divulging your privates

For everyone to hear
There's nothing sacred, no discretion
No secret unknown

And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so alone

And it's a punisher's weekend

On the horrific planet that they roam
Resounding zombies lacking any threshold
Yeah, it's a chorus of tweakers

In a world sans interval or tone
Sewn together but they're always alone
They roam


There's always some transmission sounding in your head
Recharging your diminished ambitions, archive the stress

Calenders and sound reminders, forget to forget
You only had a couple hours of sleep but somehow you overslept


But it's a champion's weekend
In the apocalypse they all compete
Sheepish clones eat the creative meek

Yeah, it's a chorus of speakers
In a world without originals
You cannot hear the individuals

When they roam

Cause nothing's safe, there's no discretion

No secrets unheard
And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so unheard


Yeah it's a punisher's weekend
On the horrific planet that they roam
Resounding zombies lacking any threshold

Yeah, it's a chorus of tweakers
In a world without originals
You cannot hear the individuals

When they roam