Dazed, in a week old phase You can find the pilot light that just persists to leak In a peaceful place You can pawn the hours of light to get a lead Recall the lines that you forget to read Haze, in the weeds we pray Weighing all the odds as if we've got the choice to leave The engine we call fate Is not inclined to entertain your free-will pleas Did you expect to feel at all at peace? Sedate, for heaven's sake Did you forget to eat for two whole days? But we got good lives We can't all have good lives But we got good lives You don't want to be your shell You don't want to be your shell You don't want to be your old shell You don't want to be your shell You don't want to be your shell You don't want to be your old shell You don't want to be your shell You don't want to be your shell You don't want to be your old shell You don't want to be your shell You don't want to be your shell You don't want to be your old shell If we're dead drop If we're dead drop If we're dead drop Blazed, at a lethal age Pray to what they told you not religiously Burn all their lies and make them bleed