Testi:
Automated

It looks like I?m caught in your path, but I?m not the one to ask when it comes to love, if you?re push became a shove I?d give it up It?s the angels

its the fire that I come true Take it to the limit never look back Soon neurotic, automatic Please can you save me from myself It's who I am and what I feel My life is automatic

Is this the way that ive turned to? Is this the person ive come to be? But anyone, Id rather be anyone These are the questions ill ask you These are

Focus the camera on yourself. Zoom in. Zoom out. Blame the moon, the universe is not dressed by your taste. 400 years later you would still burn Galileo

In the jukebox of her memory The list of names flips by and stops She closes her eyes And smiles as the record drops Then she drinks herself up and

We have come full circle, subservient to our self inflicted automation that disregards genuine anguish and promotes synthetic indifference. Not of flesh

Some of the chances we take, To make the money we make. Manufacturing disease The creature we can see I'm pleased it some other day And I've got something

I'm trying to get to you To the cold and glass and pain Cutting back on everything Never on a passing train Sentence scraps the paper Could not be there

[Atherton:] No don't hold on Let's do this, ATM Mother was right, dollars burn holes up in my wallet Burnt residue left from revenue in loose pockets