Counting on nothing, the numbers get higher

Bllinded by reason, you're asleep at the wheel

Confused underrstanding, with a slip for the hold

Squeeze past the pressure, you're asleep at the wheel



A magical moment

Is it too much of a good thing

Recycled in memory was

It too much of a good thing

Why can't you remember

Is it too much of a good thing

Preserved in its danger

You're all asleep at the wheel

Blank stare and a whisper, but who are you judging

I though you'd be different

You're all asleep at the wheel



A special assignment

Is it too much of a good thing

Unlocked under pressure

Is it too much of a good thing

Confined unforgiveness

Is it too much of a good thing

A new kind of danger, you're all asleep at the wheel

Hope in revision, slight miscalculation

It all goes in stages, you're asleep at the wheel



A blank stare and a whisper

I thought you were different

But who are you judging

I thought you were different

You're asleep at the wheel