In Shreds

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