It’s simple and numb, Stuck on automatic, It’s a blind dealer - a wide-eyed addict. We’ve allowed for a wheel of loss and desire, Now there’s no way to put out the fire.
Yea we’re all just rollin’ - high on some junk, Automatic lava, deicide monk, A hall full of kids trying to deal with their guilt, But the echo of the hall is automatically built - and it’s alright.
Find yourself and look back, No one else will- We’ve created a monster and it’s ready to build. The young one’s a trigger, with a bad habit, She’s a blind nun, cruelest in static.
Yea the past’s just running, high on a stick, Meaning is useless when given to the sick, A hall full of kids automatically built so the edge of the hall is ready to kill you alright - And it’s alright (with you)
Alarm is going off, Oh can’t you hear - Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear, Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile, Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial (x9)
Alarm is going off, Oh can’t you hear - Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear, Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile, Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial
Yea we’re all just rolling, The mothers have sunk, All the blood’s hidden in the Governor’s trunk, They keep you in a hall with all of your ilk, To echo the title of the trunk that they built : “it’s alright”