Asleep in the Machine

Your chances tied like the paper streets
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'll chase the light into another day
We're running blind under concrete lies
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