Something

I don't feel alone

I can't seem afraid

I wanted to think

But I'll sleep it away

Some thing I forgot

Somewhere to sit down

Some stuff to do up

Some crap that I found

We're the credulous ones

On a dead machine

Blowing bucks into banks with no shame

Too loud in my ears

To fill up my mind

Too black to ignite

Two word who will bind

What blank did I draw

What kind of a day

Which one had to go

Whatever you say

Don't try and read this

It means nothing

I can't say this

If you hear it