Counting on nothing, the numbers get higher
Bllinded by reason, you're asleep at the wheel
Confused underrstanding, with a slip for the hold
Squeeze past the pressure, you're asleep at the wheel
A magical moment
Is it too much of a good thing
Recycled in memory was
It too much of a good thing
Why can't you remember
Is it too much of a good thing
Preserved in its danger
You're all asleep at the wheel
Blank stare and a whisper, but who are you judging
I though you'd be different
You're all asleep at the wheel
A special assignment
Is it too much of a good thing
Unlocked under pressure
Is it too much of a good thing
Confined unforgiveness
Is it too much of a good thing
A new kind of danger, you're all asleep at the wheel
Hope in revision, slight miscalculation
It all goes in stages, you're asleep at the wheel
A blank stare and a whisper
I thought you were different
But who are you judging
I thought you were different
You're asleep at the wheel
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