Deviancy - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

There's something off about the way that I feel

Almost like I fell asleep at the wheel

Autopilot, my mind has let go

Like a house without a single light on

But its occupants just carry along

In darkness, as if they don't notice

A machine without a reason

Yet still built to operate

I wish the switch would flip

And give me the light to see

Maybe that would cause the spark

That brings to life the ghost in the machine

Lifeless while still alive

Likeness achieved to the untrained eye

Is it selfish that I hate this?

Wish we could go back to that old place

Helpless, automated

Mindlessly coasting through my whole day

Swerving when I wake up

Overcorrect into the wrong lane

Switch flip the lights on

Nothing appears the same, when did this house begin to change?

A machine without a reason

Yet still built to operate

Is it selfish that I hate this?

Helpless, automated

It's like I function, still get the work done

But I've lost any real control

Key in ignition, the motor's running

But without anywhere to go

It's like I function, still get the work done

But I've lost any real control

Turn on the lights, recognize nothing

I swear this isn't where I call home

It's like I function, still get the work done

But I've lost any real control

Key in ignition, the motor's running

But without anywhere to go

Have I malfunctioned?