Lyrics:

Well, I been counting hands in the air, yeah
I say they lift up their prayers to the air, yeah
I see the life that they live
Time that they give to the air, it don't seem fair, yeah
C'mon, something is wrong with the machine
Your aberration slowly drain
You of your will to be
You of your will to be yourself
I got that feeling like something was missing
What about that feeling like something is wrong?
Hey, just one question
With both of us in the backseat
Who the fuck's driving?
You see the man in the ground, yeah
Watch me cover him up with the brown, yeah
I see you wait for a sign
You sit on the line 'em up
Let the master decide, yeah
Something is wrong with the machine
Your aberration slowly drain
You of your will to be
You of your will to be yourself

I found a picture at the bottom of my closet
I haven't seen it since the day that it was shot
Please recognize the odds are okay
I don't wanna throw the dice (terrified)
You might throw a ball
I just don't tie today, tie today
Tie him to the ring, tie him to the ring
Tie him to the ring
I got that feeling like something is missing
What about that feeling like something is wrong?
Something is wrong, yeah
Something is very wrong
Something is very fucking wrong