Hmm I'm well,
What did you want me to say,
I got the same new reasons,
Why I don't pray,
I know there's no way in,
That I’ve not ignored,
I’ve tallied up the sins,
I think Im winning Lord.

Yeah I got,
Two halves of a lot some would say,
Im on the winning machine,
My lucks not going away,
You call a straight line crooked,
It’s in what you say,
Just a sign you're looking,
For a way not pay.

To get out of yourself,
Become somebody else,
It’s a good dream,
Like morphine,
Like your on screen,
Can't wake up,
It's a good dream,
Like morphine,
Like your on screen,
Can't wake up.

I'm ok,
What you expect me to say,
Thought I was the hero,
Everything was going my way,
Now I got no way out,
Can't find an exit here,
I scream and I shout,
But the words don't come out clear.

To get out of yourself,
Become somebody else,
It’s a good dream,
Like morphine,
Like your on screen,
Can't wake up,
It's a good dream,
Like morphine,
Like your on screen,
Can't wake up.

To get out of yourself,
Become somebody else,
It’s a good dream,
Like morphine,
Like your on screen,
Can't wake up,
It's a good dream,
Like morphine,
Like your on screen,
Can't wake up.

Hey,
Get through the day,
If that's what it takes,
To fill the space between your ears,
Just holding place,
Not losing face in all this fear,
Familiar taste,
Sharp and bitter,
All too clear.

Taking a backseat,
One with the concrete,
Bittersweet heartbeat,
You take it for granted,
Can't eat, don't sleep,
Wasting on the scrap heap,
Bittersweet heartbeat,
You take it for granted.

No,
I'm not alone,
Made this a home,
Dragged with the undertow,
Rest in the deep below,
Take what you're owed,
Make no mistakes,
In the weakness you show.

Taking a backseat,
One with the concrete,
Bittersweet heartbeat,
You take it for granted,
Can't eat, don't sleep,
Wasting on the scrap heap,
Bittersweet heartbeat,
You take it for granted.

Never been so low,
Never been so low,
Never been so low.

Taking a backseat,
One with the concrete,
Bittersweet heartbeat,
You take it for granted,
Can't eat, don't sleep,
Wasting on the scrap heap,
Bittersweet heartbeat,
You take it for granted.

Knock knock knock,
Yeah we coming coming.