I've got to do something About this loathsome State I'm in Dis con nec ted. Dis con nec ted. Dis con nec ted. Everywhere, I see decay. Mechanized and sterilized Visions in replay. I must release my rage. Oh ... Dis con nect ted. I'm ... Dis con nec ted. Feeling so ... Dis con nec ted. Down Maybe all I need Besides my pills And the surgery Is a new metaphor for reality. I'm... Dis con nec ted. Feeling so... Dis con nec ted. Oh... Dis con nec ted. You know.