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