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 reality, pleasure is a must

When it's just you and machine, 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

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?