Imprimer - Paroles Mania

There's something off about the way that I feel
Almost like I fell asleep at the wheel
Autopilot, my mind has let go

Like a house without a single light on
But its occupants just carry along
In darkness, as if they don't notice

A machine without a reason
Yet still built to operate

I wish the switch would flip
And give me the light to see
Maybe that would cause the spark
That brings to life the ghost in the machine
Lifeless while still alive
Likeness achieved to the untrained eye

Is it selfish that I hate this?
Wish we could go back to that old place
Helpless, automated
Mindlessly coasting through my whole day
Swerving when I wake up
Overcorrect into the wrong lane
Switch flip the lights on
Nothing appears the same, when did this house begin to change?

A machine without a reason
Yet still built to operate
Is it selfish that I hate this?
Helpless, automated

It's like I function, still get the work done
But I've lost any real control
Key in ignition, the motor's running
But without anywhere to go
It's like I function, still get the work done
But I've lost any real control
Turn on the lights, recognize nothing
I swear this isn't where I call home

It's like I function, still get the work done
But I've lost any real control
Key in ignition, the motor's running
But without anywhere to go
Have I malfunctioned?

From Paroles Mania