Verse 1

Share this to all the masses

We’re wastes of air going numb

Braindead walking in the meadows

Herded just to breed new scum

The plastic tide’s upon us

Endorsed by convenience

Covering the fact that we’re just leeches

Born to suck on the breast of progress

Chorus

Only Cables form connections

Verse 2

Social is the womb of a motherboard

For every judge or jury of the Drumhead court

Martial law enjoyed by martial mobs

Acceptancе is a lovely slogan

Sported when you feel supportеd

Spewing venom in the name of culture

Passing on the words of victims

Chorus

Only Cables form Connections

C-Part

Time is an experiment gone wrong

The more we passed the less we know

Going absurd as well as forward

As we charge at each other's throats

Vultures circling the modern age

Fashioning perfection is the current plague

Expulsion is the major itch

A wound modern man will never stitch

We’re choking on a world of cables

Chorus

Only Cables form Connections