I've walked this road, a thousand times before it just breaks down on me, mazda machinery a rusted shell from, nineteen eighty four and so i try to find, inside my feeble mind a way, to fix my mistakes oh my god, my innocent fascade there's no appologies, for all the pieces that are found and i still believe, there's somethin up my sleeve it just left my transmission on the ground replacement parts, aren't always hard to find cause there's a million more, down on the basement floor the perfect time, to leave it all behind drove it into the ground, it makes a funny sound so then, i'll turn it on again i haven't much to say today cause you want me to throw it all away and everytime, i think i'm doin fine you find some other way, to break apart today