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