I'm so synthetic it's pathetic I rely on my phone
I'm a combination of all the people I've ever known
Flipping through their faces and I landed
I landed back home
So robotic and despotic it's a sign of the times
I want to make an exit but I'm stuck in the line
If you cut all of my circuits would I start
Would I start to feel fine?
Restart the World
Turn it off turn it on again
I wrote a letter to feel better but forgot how to send
Now I'm depending on a system that is stuck in a trend
So many new beginnings that I can't see
I can't see the end
Restart the World
Turn it off turn it on again