Walk them toward the window pane
Show them that material stain
Welcome to the pleasure dome
Find your own comfort zone
Automatic idiot
Like automata with no mind
Like an army of fucking blind
Like automata with no mind
Automatic idiot
Vampires with friendly faces
Bones of bodies come undone
Bleached white by the glaring sun
Of flashes booming on the boulevard
Automatic idiot
Automatic idiot
Automatic idiot
Automatic idiot
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