I’m falling asleep at the wheel,
‘Cause been going through this ordeal,
As the sky above fades to something surreal,
The ticking clock will make me fall to a kneel.

Feigning purpose,
Eating at my carcass,
Tugging to the surface.

The precipice seems closer to my eyes,
Watch my convoy as it’ll capsize,
Crashing down below so I’d be eulogized,
And beginning the over synthesized minds.

Feigning purpose,
Eating at my carcass,
Tugging to the surface.

Pull away the peel,
Holding on to an arm of steel,
As it bends and breaks against our deal,
I’d have better luck grasping a pinwheel.