Isolation

Dying to feel alive in electronic love
A sense of belonging orbiting above
A true human voice listened in the flesh
Old fashioned rendezvous, the new-age spirit quest
Isolation, romance the stone with
Information, pick up the phone
Can anybody hear me? Is there anyone there?
The lost art of touch, the voyeuristic plague
Junk-food melodies stroke your hidden rage
Hands-free rality, pleasure is a must
When it’s just you and machin, there’s no need for trust
Isolation, no place like home
Validation, throw me a bone
Can anybody hear me? Is there anyone there?
Can anybody hear me? Is there anyone there?
And when the gold wears off, what
What will we be?
Just a mix of metals at the bottom of the sea
Alone at the bottom of the sea
Isolation, romance the stone with
Information, pick up the phone
Can anybody hear me? Is there anyone there?
Can anybody hear me? Is there anyone there?