The Robot with Human Hair pt. 4

Back to sloth and sleeping binges
Self defeating outburst, cringes
Thoughts gets rusty, creaky hinges
Lost that box of clean syringes 

Stuck to the ceiling I'm in view
Can't shake the notion I'm becoming you
The look from above same as below
Sign up for high, free dose of low 

The Jig is up, I'm the one
Manipulate the ones I love
Light my path, reveal the beacon
Where's my balance
Can't stop thinking
Stop

I wear soul on my sleeve at night 
Searching for substance
I lose control of my autonomic mind
 Waiting for the impulse
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes 
Your thoughts intangible 
Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed
 Around the winding road
 Hang on, hang on 
Don't lose composure now 
Hang on hang on
 Feed into the miracle
 Don't be [bad word] cynical 
Hang on, hang on 
Don't lose composure now 
Hang on hang on 
Girl don't be so difficult 
Come here let's get physical 
Sinus pressure
Getting older
I like weight upon my shoulders

Here I live inside this cd
Tell your friends he's super creepy 

Weirded out 
simple human
confused by words 
arrange and move them
into spaces no apparent meaning
eat this song your ears are greedy 
 Cut out this conversation, desperation, now
 losing admiration, holding onto accidents 
What have I done, what have I done?
 That calls for your attention? 
What have I done? 
What have I done? 
That keeps you hanging on?

I can turn it off again
I can smile on a whim
I can make believe in him
The function in the algorithm