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… I try to get better Better…. One day I'll get better