6's Song [Higher Power]

My life is like yours Except I got a face like an angel's corpse Cold hands, bloody nose Am I human? Should I take notes? Winning? No, I can't describe how I'm feeling My mind, it stops at the ceiling You've come to far to give up Zoned out, Ideas burned out and I'm cold now I hope I'll be the way to a new sound You've made me proud, don't let up I had a nightmare I saw a skeleton in the armchair This is ethernet warfare Tell your friends that they're all software Ask me? I don't wanna take questions, can you fax me? In the backseat of the taxi I wanna get drunk on jealousy It's happening, You're walking too fast over cattle grids When I get tired can you drag me? I wanna take meds and fall asleep Make your mind up Eat the rich, love Burn a pound note And choke on the queens smoke (Choke on the queens smoke) I'm on a road to nowhere This round-a-bout has got no exits Signs from a higher power Hey Siri, text 'em, tell 'em what happened Haych