Slick (Live)

I was crazy to think, crazy to chase
 Chasing this automobile
 Well, 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?
 Well, 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
 It's 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 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
 Well, I can't speak
 It's all I do is wait for you to feed me
 They said, they said
 They said the road was slick
 And I said, "Well, I've been feeling sick"
 My head went through the mirror
 Why did they send you here?
 Well, I want to get up and shake you loose
 I wanna be free of these machines
 They said the road was slick
 And I said, "Well, I've been feeling sick"
 My head went through the mirror
 Why did they send you here?
 I want to be released from this
 I want to be another machine
 They said the road was slick
 And I said, "Well, I've been feeling sick"
 My head went through the mirror
 Why did they send you here?