I'll try to protect the goal
When I find some self control
I'll show you what it means to be automatic
Running off the exhaust of a habit
It seems what I need is mocking me in my dreams
The point of the scheme is restoring my heartbeat
It seems what I need is mocking me in my dreams
The point of the scheme is restoring my dreams
Six out seven, no one's telling, no
I thought I said it, but forget it. Now I'm letting go
Six out of seven, no one's telling, no
I thought I said it, but forget it. Now I'm never letting go
Thoughts flow into liquid form
I'm sure I've seen this before
I'll show you what it means to be automatic
Just as soon as my brain clears the static
It seems what I need is mocking me in my dreams
The point of the scheme is destroying my heartbeat
It seems what I need is mocking me in my dreams
The point of the scheme is destroying my dreams
Six out seven, no one's telling, no
I thought I said it, but forget it. Now I'm letting go
Six out of seven, no one's telling, no
I thought I said it, but forget it. Now I'm never letting go
Something in my bloodstream is telling me how it better go