your chances tired like the paper streams
always warm on the uptake of troubles
receptors mental, box them for another day
It's nearly midnight and I'm tracing for you
and fake that smile and press rewind
we chase the light into a another day
we're running blind under concrete lights
a smoking gun aimed at your face
Asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find myself
Asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find my way out
Settle, stole and forget your way
cover your track with a plastic spade
Fluorescent lights they lead the way
an open door to the second phase
transform your mood into patience
holiday time always gets away
transform your mood into patience
holiday time always gets away
Asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find myself
asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find myself
asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find myself
asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find my way out
transform your mood into patience
holiday time always gets away
transform your mood into patience
holiday time always gets away
Asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find myself
asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find myself
asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find myself
asleep in the machine
why do I, always have to find my way out
