"Cut The Cord" lyrics

(Mm)
I had a dream last week
Lying on the ground like a piece of meat
Rotting on a sidewalk somewhere
People would stop to just stare

Had the vultures circling
I thought at first they were worshipping
Came to the altar prepared
Hounds with their canine teeth bared

I've let 'em give me life, then they take it away
I feed myself on everything they've got to say
What would happen if I left 'em hanging one day
Write the scripture, take the scissors, cut the cord?
Cut the cord, uh
Cut the cord

"Pretty young thing," until you're not
"Pretty young thing," until you rot
Then you're stranded, branded, panicked, frantic, terrified of turning rancid
'Cause a pretty young thing's as good as gone

I'm holding on for life, it tethers and it sways
I feed myself on everything they've got to say
What would happen if I left 'em hanging one day—
Write the scripture, take the scissors, cut the cord?
Cut the cord, uh
Cut the cord, uh
Cut the cord, uh
Cut the cord

The secret to their beauty is a scary truth
They'll drain you dry (make you cry), and make fountains of your youth
The secret to their beauty is a scary truth
They'll drain you dry (make you cry), and make fountains of your youth
The secret to their beauty is a scary truth
They'll drain you dry (make you cry), and make fountains of your youth
The secret to their beauty is a scary truth
They'll drain you dry (make you cry), and make fountains of your youth