Don't have much to say
It's all been said anyway
Just pound on the drums
Let me go slowly numb
I've been disconnected
Separated from reality's grasp
I just don't care any more
My attention is fading fast
When all you feel
Is distance and disillusionment
What's the sense of discussion
Only leads to arguments
Isolated and confused
Cut off from any news
I wander through nights and days
Broken, battered, and bruised
The color of death
Is a shade of grey
I'm all too familiar with
Waiting for it someday
Miles to go time standing still
The hour hand loose in the center
This is what disconnected feels like
Dismayed and disoriented
(Disconnected...)
(Disconnected...)
