Album Name : Discontent Producers
Release Date : 2008-05-30
Song Duration : 00:48
Out Of Tune Desperate Measures
The phenomena unknown
break away, break away
Acutely desensitized soul
No room to feel, no way to go on
(Semi)automatic burst into tears
Pure fresh water without salt
Emotional content next to none
Blank stare, I'm comatose
Desperate times need desperate means
'cause sometimes people have desperate needs
A prayer's as good as a curse to a deaf god
Hard to differ from the crowd
Tell who I am, us, them or none
Routine is comfort, apathy is bliss
Caffeine enema is what makes me tick
Always asleep but my eyes are wide open
I see and hear but can't think or learn
Mind is away but flesh works on it's own
Have I reached nirvana? A broken automaton
