The Day the Internet Died - Kraków Loves Adana

What if the internet

Closed its gates at midnight

We’d have to take a look

At each other

For the first time

Would we be tempted to say nothing

Or have nothing left to say

Sitting awkwardly in silence

Doesn’t matter anyway

Cause what we lack in empathy

We’ll make up with apathy

What we lack in empathy

We’ll make up with apathy

Oh believe me I’d betray my blood

With a flesh deep paper cut

For a deeply cleansing flood

Wash the guilt away for once

I feel the urge to be reborn

To forget the world we mourn

Oh, this fever is like Rome

Everything leads right back to it

And what we lack in empathy

We’ll make up with apathy

What we lack in empathy

We’ll make up with apathy

I’ve got a bad taste in my mouth

Since the internet went out

Maybe I’ll write you a letter

Oh I’m trying to get better

Better…

Better…

I try to get better

Better…

Better…

One day I’ll get better