Pentatonic Scale of C- Табы

I grasp at life's fading light. I need you tonight
I need to be heard. Your acts speak louder than words
Ignored by you all, I stumble and fall
I suddenly knew my life meant nothing at all

In shreds, I stare down at the street. Yearning for sleep, that blissful escape
But when it comes it's always too late
The whore in my bed. The noise in my head
A hole in my pride. It's coming and there's nowhere to hide

It seems to me to be so contradictory
It seems to me you count your blessings while they're there

Ignored by you all I stumble and fall
I suddenly knew my life meant nothing at all
The whore in my bed, the noise in my head
A hole in my pride. It's coming and there's nowhere to hide

It seems to me to be so contradictory
It seems to me you count your blessings while they're there
You count your blessings while they're there
You count your blessings while they're there

It seems, it seems, it seems to me to be so contradictory
It seems to me you've become a part of the machinery
You've become a part of the machinery
Part of the machinery. Become a part of the machinery
Machinery. Machinery