Trapped in a Machine
I put my jacket and pick up my soul
Open the door and leave you again
Where will my feet lead me this time?
I have no home I'm a free man
I watch the people who pass me by
Sad, ugly faces, trapped in a machine
I'll never get it, why they won't try
What is their point? What do they mean?
The streets around are wet with rain
And there is no warm place to go
I am not hurt, but I feel the pain
There's no one around, but I feel at home
The streets around are wet with rain
And there is no warm place to go
I am not hurt, but I feel the pain
There's no one around, but I feel at home
It's the fifth time I've cried tonight
I see no place for me in this world
In darkened park without light
I'm all alone, I'm sitting curled
I see the people who don't exist
Strong smiling faces with nothing to hide
Maybe I'm (a) wacko, and (a) lonely beast
But I'll remembered as (the) one who tried
The streets around are wet with rain
And there is no warm place to go
I am not hurt, but I feel the pain
There's no one around, but I feel at home
The streets around are wet with rain
And there is no warm place to go
I am not hurt, but I feel the pain
There's no one around, but I feel at home
Writer/s: Downstroy
