Here in my car, I feel safest of all I can lock all my doors, it's the only way to live In cars Here in my car, I can only receive I can listen to you
Here am I Like a target in flesh One more time For you to call out the dogs Passengers With a ticket to burn and burn and burn You will learn I'm still
Something isn't right I get the feeling I'm not driving Something hasn't quite Taken over but it's trying Check it, check it The question now is time
Why don't you ever listen? It's you I'm talking to This time it's your decision We're into something new I know that I'm sinking Oh any fool can see Time
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This isn't music This is survival Used up and burnt out Like an old Ford car No more opinions I'm back in harness Cold metal rhythm Takes me back to
Something is here I can hear them breathe Something is here And I'm scared Beg to your gods But I don't believe Nothing in here Can help me now Cold
They won't come back You know it's always the same And they're sure to forget Saying, "Everyone lies" So, I'm down to this I'm down to walking on air
Listen up This is confession This machine motion is sure to break my heart Listen up This is confession Recorded music sticks in the throat of God.
Oh it's so easy When parts take over My conversation Is nothing more than lies You're just the viewer So cold and distant I've no intentions Of saying
The more I take a look inside, the more I'm fried The more I understand the ride, the more I slide The more you put me back in line, the more I tried
I need it The sex skin habit You could just crawl out And forget I'm here I need it Love and something I'd just as soon forget So keep it out the papers
Don't things change Don't we all What's it like to Crash? The driver Nothing more to prove So please just send in the machines We know little of celebrations
You could say I'm pretentious You could say I'm the nazz You could hail me as the new king of it all You could say I'm nothing new You could speak well