Stromkern - Feed The Machine lyrics

Cars move slowly on a summer's night Skin burning from the neon light Better on the t.v. screen Not quite right if you know what I mean Nothing to do here on a Saturday night Sit praying for the morning light Praying with a beauty queen Not quite right if you know what I mean Feel so naked inside Can't wait for the morning light Can't believe in all the things I've seen Traffic calls me if you know what I mean So bring (--?--). Bring it on. Bring your reckoning into where it don't belong Optic jolts on the tv screen Seems alright if you know what I mean..now Better surrender before they see that you're lost Nothing to do here if you breathe the exhaust Rea**ign it, maybe undermine it Maybe if you find Maybe you'll define it Cause too damage, but it's alright. Why? There's still some target we can always move on to it Detractors on a tension line Trace factors in a core design Control of a different kind Control is always on mind Termination, no coordination, cross-examination, just manipulation If you ever want to breathe my friend Well you better start on breathing then Can't save another drowning man If he just wants more of what he's drowning in And a siren wails in the fading night As the city's enveloped in cold blue light Re-configuring the TV screen Can't see far if you know what I mean Now nothing to do here on a Saturday night Sitting here praying for the morning light Time rolls on as you realize That there's no control if you'd open your eyes (now) Now there's something I've meaning to say Another symptom that's been on my mind Can't remember it. Hope I won't forget it the next time I need a release to be free of it Don't tell me what I know is true Just tell me what it means it to you Don't try to pa** me on by Without a hello without a good-bye And a siren wails in the fading night As the city's enveloped in cold blue light Re-configuring the TV screen Keeps me down if you know what I mean Now nothing to do here on a Saturday night Sit here praying for the morning light Time rolls on as you realize That there's no control if you'd open your eyes (now) Feel so naked inside Skin burning from the neon light Better on the tv screen And it's not quite as she's talking to me Now nothing to do here on a Saturday night Sit here praying for the morning light Contaminate and reconvene Not quite right if you know what I mean Now siren wails in the fading night As the city's enveloped in cold blue light Re-configuring the TV screen Keeps me down if you know what I mean Now nothing to do here on a Saturday night Sitting here praying for the morning light Time rolls on as you realize That there's no control if you'd open your eyes..now No control if you'd open your eyes No control if you'd open your eyes