Toxic Thought Machine by Border Patrol Lyrics

Lately I’ve been tired
and I know the reason why
I’m wearing myself ragged
lifting bags under my eyes
I am a slave to all my habits
at the mercy of my spleen
and the fuel that feeds the motor
of this toxic thought machine

I will drive
through the artificial light
through our battered bits of city
and our rusted scenic sights
until I find
a place with neon near the door
empty seat next to the bar top
and a heavy-handed pour

Night, she comes a-calling
and my trouble’s just begun
the way that my mind wanders
when the moon evicts the sun
and through a brain beset by static
I purchase poison cheap
all the tiny ways I kill me
each night to go to sleep
I will drive
through the artificial light
through our battered bits of city
and our rusted scenic sights
until I find
a place with neon near the door
empty seat next to the bar top
and a heavy-handed pour

I will drive
through the artificial light
through our battered bits of city
and our rusted scenic sights
until I find
a place with neon near the door
empty seat next to the bar top
and a heavy-handed pour