I grasp at lifes fading light   I need you tonight   I need to be heard   Your acts speak lowder 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 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   Machinery   Machinery