Slick

I was crazy to think crazy to chase Chasing this automobile I tend to think were you ready to race Racing this automobile It's a machine it's the one in my dreams It's taking me out of control it slips Through my hands on the wheel Don't you know how it feels When you're driving your dreams Through a pole I hate your face I hate the wall I'm sick of staring at the wall I hate the mirror with alcohol There is no wall All I remember is the sound Of squealing tires The road disappeared only to be Replaced by the sound of twisted steel The collision was swift And the next thing I knew Was that I might be dead All my life passed before my eyes When I opened my eyes I was looking at you They sent you here to take care of me I don't know your name I can't hear your voice I can't speak And all I do is wait for you to feed me They said the road was slick I said I've been feeling sick My head went through the mirror Why did they send you here I want to get up and shake you loose I want to be free of these machines I want to be released from this dream I want to be another machine