I am half the man I used to be
Accomplished right in between what I hate
Hate.
Motionless in monotony
Millions of short sequences fade.

sweet machine, cover the world and tell me
not to fear the deep and solemn agony
you impose on me.
you impose on me.

Nowhere else to go.
Were all addicted to narcissistic versions of our own
and now were desperate
and nobody seems to know how to get out of here.
We keep drifting. Drifting.
Help me to get out of here
Help me to get out of here

sweet machine, cover the world and tell me
not to fear the deep and solemn agony
you impose on me.
you impose on me."