Driving from the Backseat

Hey, calibrate
We need to find our centres
Wait, I'm still awake
Could this be forever?

So you see there's nothing wrong with me
I don't think i really have a soul
We will live as long as we can bleed
We don't need your lungs to breathe

Curse, it's getting worse
Hopefully she'll grow out of it
But see, it's not so plain
When the question's the answer

So you see there's nothing wrong with me
I don't think i really have control
We will live as long as we can bleed
We don't need your lungs to breathe

Wrong
There's something wrong
Wrong
You'll lose an arm
Wrong
There's something wrong
Wrong
A false alarm
A L A R M
A false alarm
A L A R M
A false alarm
A L A R M
A false alarm
A false alarm
A false alarm

Cash, and a rash
Forever under house arrest
Fears, distilling tears
Impossible to pass the test

So you see there's nothing wrong with me
I don't think i ever had control
We will live as long as we can bleed
We don't need your lungs to breathe



Credits
Writer(s): Jacobus Venter
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