Wake-up in the mornin’ fully charged ready to go/unplugs himself from the wall ‘nother set into mo-/tions he’s going through all are set into stone/in his closet all the same set full of clothes/comfortably numb in routine dresses and goes/briefcase in hand while he stands all set in a row/ all waiting for the train collection of clones/no one speaks, thinks, or blinks unless they are told/arrive on time at the office gets to his hole/look over the same formation of desk in a row/takes his seat clocks in not a second too slow/with none to spare nods his head prepares and then goes/paperwork, process checks and next is the phone/break for recharge then back into the flow/limited amount of time to get to his quo-/ta, then he finally gets to go home

Chorus – Going through the motions not knowing truly what lies in wait/comfortably living monotony death disguised as fate/what does he know to him is what the world’s about/living just to exist, in a world without…

Wake-up in the mornin’ fully charged ready to go-/es to each for the plug but instead he feels mo-/tion that’s going in rhythm his chest could explode/what is this? wait he’s late can’t question it so/opens his closet despises his set full of clothes/wonders why these thoughts he’s having he dresses then goes/briefcase in hand he can’t stand to step into rows/train approaches and he notices just what is go-/ing on his song’s beginning to play/not knowing what to call it pauses but what can he say/so in awe that he almost misses the train/falls behind of his line to office just made/it in time on his screen not a second to waste/wrong paperwork, missed a check, one extra it rang/these mistakes no recharge he’s skipping his break/hits his quota get home especially late

Chorus

No need to wake-up he stayed-up all night/ trying to make-up thee wave off thoughts/why, am I having these? I don’t even understand/but I’ll try and explain as best I can first/a composition collection of sounds I hear day-out day-in arranged in a rhythm/heartbeats, claps, machinery/phone rings, lunch bells create the scenery/low end pulse reminds me of the bottom/how it use to be and that I’ll always have problems/harsh mids depict a story of tragedy/eerie, yet at the same time is so sad to me/the melody is so heavenly and offsets the other 2’s negative energy/mix in the whistle and chord keys/all together are telling you my story

Chorus - Going through the motions not knowing truly what lies in wait/comfortably living monotony death disguised as fate/what did I know to me was what the world’s about/no longer live to exist, would have no world without…

Going through the motions not knowing truly what lies in wait/comfortably living monotony death disguised as fate/what did I know to me was what the world’s about/living just to exist/in a world without…

Going through the motions not knowing truly what lies in wait/comfortably living monotony death disguised as fate/what did I know to me was what the world’s about/no longer live to exist, would have no world without…