The Day the Internet Died

What if the internet
Closed its gates at midnight
We’d have to take a look
At each other
For the first time
Would we be tempted to say nothing
Or have nothing left to say
Sitting awkwardly in silence
Doesn’t matter anyway
Cause what we lack in empathy
We’ll make up with apathy
What we lack in empathy
We’ll make up with apathy
Oh believe me I’d betray my blood
With a flesh deep paper cut
For a deeply cleansing flood
Wash the guilt away for once
I feel the urge to be reborn
To forget the world we mourn
Oh, this fever is like Rome
Everything leads right back to it
And what we lack in empathy
We’ll make up with apathy
What we lack in empathy
We’ll make up with apathy
I’ve got a bad taste in my mouth
Since the internet went out
Maybe I’ll write you a letter
Oh I’m trying to get better
Better…
Better…
I try to get better
Better…
Better…
One day I’ll get better