Receptors meant to box them for another day
It's nearly midnight and I'm tracing for you
Don't fake that smile, press rewind
We'll chase the light into another day
We're running blind under concrete lines
A smoking gun named after your face
I sleep in the machine, why do I?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Why do I always have to find my way out?
Settle slow and forget your way
Cover your tracks with a plastic spike
Fluorescent light, they lead the way
And open door to the second phase
Transform your mood into patience
Highlight a time, always get so high
Transform your mood into patience
Highlight a time, always get so high
I sleep in the machine, why do I?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Why do I always have to find my way out?
In the machine, why do I?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Why do I always have to find my way out?
Transform your mood into patience
Highlight a time, always get so high
Transform your mood into patience
Highlight a time, always get so high
I sleep in the machine, why do I?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Why do I always have to find my way out?
In the machine, why do I?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Why do I always have to find my way out?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Don't you ever look back at me again, I could see you in a hurry, near a scary scummy, would you like some attention now?
And I've been rolling up and down into bends and counting money like trends and faking names to the end
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
Oh, is that the promise of a sleep in the machine?
My head up in the clouds, my face so far above the ground, I wonder whether or not you know
I'll find her pants next to my back and under them a photograph of you in my window
I think I'm gonna be late, I said with me at half past eight I'll grab my tea and I'll go
I wonder why the way through your door is no mistake for under all broken bones is a story
And you're bleeding, needing reasons, times we've all committed treason trying to keep it simple
This time I'm a little bit fired at the thought of hitting that I bought the Red Sea in my own time but this ain't gonna change
I've never seen a light like that before stoking
I've never had it better than the lead where the soul came
Dreaming of the green moon that'd never be frozen
Overpriced pills like a homicidal moment
Baby you're coping, I'll be on focus in the open, stand with the dopest
I make it rain more than anything I'm hoping
Calling on focus, curling the vape around the old ten row bench, time to be noted, now let my call change
You'll be choking on the d*** that you caught and then the oldest to call, some be a dream of our soul
Calling on focus, curling the vape around the old ten row bench, time to be noted
Trying to let you go, let you go
You
