You've been away How does it feel? You hide inside a space When nothing's real You lost your turn We moved ahead The only voice of comfort's Inside your head You tried to get away Away from me No pulse You're lying on your back Just can't get ahead because You're running off the track No pulse You're lying in your bed
Just shooting at the targets So you better play dead You always get what you want You never get what you need No pulse You're lying on your back Just can't get ahead because You're running off the track No pulse You're lying in your bed Just shooting at the targets So you better play dead