It's the new age but it's getting old
We found a new way to try to fit the mold
In a world full of followers I've never felt hollower
We're wasting our time
Laying our lives on the line

So put your hands in the air
(We know you won't)
Cause your face and your fingers are glued to your phone

Can we cut the cord?
Bite the hand that feeds?
Cause I've grown so bored of this tangled web we've weaved
Maybe I'm jaded but I kinda hate it
The way we're behaving's decaying
So sing it if you're with me

Can we break free and escape this net?
We're close as three feet and yet we can't connect
(Just shoot me a text)

So put your hands in the air
(We know you won't)
Cause you're too busy thinking of what you should post

Can we cut the cord?
Bite the hand that feeds?
Cause I've grown so bored of this tangled web we've weaved
Maybe I'm jaded but I kinda hate it
The way we're behaving's decaying
And I feel out of place

Like I'm lost in cyberspace
(Please take me home)
A page without a face
(Bookmark it so)
Friends that I don't recognize
Can watch me drift along alone

So put your hands in the air
Is anybody out there?

Can we cut the cord?
Could we up and leave?
Is there just no cure for our apathy?
Guess I'm jaded cause I fucking hate it
The way we're behaving's decaying
So sing it if you're with me