Feed The Machine Lyrics & Chords By Stromkern

Cars move slowly on a summer's night
Skin burning from the neon light
Better on the t.v. screen
Not quite right if you know what I mean
Nothing to do here on a Saturday night
Sit praying for the morning light
Praying with a beauty queen
Not quite right if you know what I mean

Feel so naked inside
Can't wait for the morning light
Can't believe in all the things I've seen
Traffic calls me if you know what I mean
So bring (--?--). Bring it on.
Bring your reckoning into where it don't belong
Optic jolts on the tv screen
Seems alright if you know what I mean..now

Better surrender before they see that you're lost
Nothing to do here if you breathe the exhaust
Reassign it, maybe undermine it
Maybe if you find
Maybe you'll define it
Cause too damage, but it's alright. Why?
There's still some target we can always move on to it
Detractors on a tension line
Trace factors in a core design
Control of a different kind
Control is always on mind
Termination, no coordination, cross-examination, just manipulation
If you ever want to breathe my friend
Well you better start on breathing then
Can't save another drowning man
If he just wants more of what he's drowning in

And a siren wails in the fading night
As the city's enveloped in cold blue light
Re-configuring the TV screen
Can't see far if you know what I mean
Now nothing to do here on a Saturday night
Sitting here praying for the morning light
Time rolls on as you realize
That there's no control if you'd open your eyes (now)

Now there's something I've meaning to say
Another symptom that's been on my mind
Can't remember it. Hope I won't forget it
the next time I need a release to be free of it
Don't tell me what I know is true
Just tell me what it means it to you
Don't try to pass me on by
Without a hello without a good-bye

And a siren wails in the fading night
As the city's enveloped in cold blue light
Re-configuring the TV screen
Keeps me down if you know what I mean
Now nothing to do here on a Saturday night
Sit here praying for the morning light
Time rolls on as you realize
That there's no control if you'd open your eyes (now)

Feel so naked inside
Skin burning from the neon light
Better on the tv screen
And it's not quite as she's talking to me
Now nothing to do here on a Saturday night
Sit here praying for the morning light
Contaminate and reconvene
Not quite right if you know what I mean

Now siren wails in the fading night
As the city's enveloped in cold blue light
Re-configuring the TV screen
Keeps me down if you know what I mean
Now nothing to do here on a Saturday night
Sitting here praying for the morning light
Time rolls on as you realize
That there's no control if you'd open your eyes..now

No control if you'd open your eyes
No control if you'd open your eyes