Two-To-One

Wake up in the morning feeling like Thomas A. Anderson

Eyes closed, listening to the beautiful harmony

What the homework is worries me

I feel two people in a tug-a-war behind my leg

I stand up, seeing circles

The driver controls the giant to step forward and reach for the knob

As of SOP, the driver takes a quick oil leak at the pit stop

The driver takes a break while the giant moves on its own

I go the the chopping board and cook up a feast

Oil dancing on the metal, soon bonds with the chicken

The feast is done and I sit at my throne

I open my mouth for old heart's sake

The driver sits back down and decides to fuel the giant

Controlling the rigid metal pistons 

The driver and I continue the routine