Deviancy

There's something off about the way that I feel Almost like I fell asleep at the wheel Autopilot, my mind has let go Like a house without a single light on But its occupants just carry along In darkness, as if they don't notice A machine without a reason Yet still built to operate I wish the switch would flip And give me the light to see Maybe that would cause the spark That brings to life the ghost in the machine Lifeless while still alive Likeness achieved to the untrained eye Is it selfish that I hate this? Wish we could go back to that old place Helpless, automated Mindlessly coasting through my whole day Swerving when I wake up Overcorrect into the wrong lane Switch flip the lights on Nothing appears the same When did this house begin to change? A machine without a reason Yet still built to operate Is it selfish that I hate this? Helpless, automated It's like I function, still get the work done But I've lost any real control Key in ignition, the motor's running But without anywhere to go It's like I function, still get the work done But I've lost any real control Turn on the lights, recognize nothing I swear this isn't where I call home It's like I function, still get the work done But I've lost any real control Key in ignition, the motor's running But without anywhere to go Have I malfunctioned?