Letra I Wasn't Meant To Feel This/asleep At Th de Suicidal Tendencies original

Counting on nothing, the numbers get higher
Bllinded by reason, youre asleep at the wheel
Confused underrstanding, with a slip for the hold
Squeeze past the pressure, youre asleep at the wheel

A magical moment
Is it too much of a good thing
Recycled in memory was
It too much of a good thing
Why cant you remember
Is it too much of a good thing
Preserved in its danger
Youre all asleep at the wheel
Blank stare and a whisper, but who are you judging
I though youd be different
Youre all asleep at the wheel

A special assignment
Is it too much of a good thing
Unlocked under pressure
Is it too much of a good thing
Confined unforgiveness
Is it too much of a good thing
A new kind of danger, youre all asleep at the wheel
Hope in revision, slight miscalculation
It all goes in stages, youre asleep at the wheel

A blank stare and a whisper
I thought you were different
But who are you judging
I thought you were different
Youre asleep at the wheel