In Shreds - The Chameleons

I grasp at life’s fading light

I need you tonight

I need to be heard

Your actions 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 self-contradictory

It seems to me you count your victories 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

The hole in my pride

It’s coming and there’s nowhere to hide

It seems to me to be self-contradictory

It seems to me you count your blessings while they’re there

You count your blessings while they’re there

Count your victories while they’re there

It seems, it seems, it seems

It seems to me To be To be self-contradictory

It seems to me you’ve become part of the machinery

Part of the machinery

Part of the machinery

Become part of the machinery

Machinery