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 thoughts into bags
With no shame

Too loud in my ears
To fill up my mind
Too black to ignite
Two words you won't find

Which blank did I draw?
What kind of a day?
Which one had to go?
Whatever you say

We're the credulous ones
On a dead machine
Blowing thoughts into bags
With no shame
Don't try and read this
It means nothing
I can't save this
If you kill it