Something

I don't feel alone I can't seem afraid I wanted to think I'll sleep it away Something I forgot Somewhere to sit down Some stuff to do up Some crap that I found

We're the credulous ones On a dead machine Blowing bucks into banks with no shame

Too loud in my ears To fill up my mind Too black to ignite Two words who will bind Which blank did I draw What kind of a day Which one has to go Whatever you say

We're the credulous ones On a dead machine Blowing bucks into banks with no shame

Don't try and read this It means nothing I can't say this If you hear it