Letras
Wake up, suit up, smile wide
Run the loop, swallow your pride
A hundred faces, none of them mine
Oh no, I blink and I've lost the time
I've got a heartbeat, but I don't feel (autopilot)
I've got a life that doesn't seem real (autopilot)
Autopilot shell in a meat machine
Programmed for peace, wired to scream
They built me to run
Without a spark (meet your quotas)
Meet your quotas, meet the mark (meet the mark)
Yeah, I watched my dreams rot over time
Filed beneath "maybe someday" in my mind
(Maybe someday)
You'll know I never really lived my life
When the autopsy shows "death by corporate knife"
"F"
(You're still here... but you're not...)
Glitch.
Repeat.
Glitch.
Control alt delete.
Autopilot shell in a meat machine
Programmed for peace, wired to scream
They built me to run
Without a spark (meet your quotas)
Meet your quotas, meet the mark (meet the mark)