Automatic Chance - Headshot | Текст песни

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Lie, scan, comprehend, corrosion burns like acid rain
Deep within you, something stirs, the whisper of a ghost
Sync, haste, seek it out, take a moment to assess
Cast the shadow on your face, the echo feeling close
Dose, track, lose control, heaven is a click away
Beating like the rusty knife, arcing through your soul
Metaphysic alkaline, disconnect and decompress
Shoving quarters in a slot, apathy is bit-rot

Seconds ticking, wheels turning, gauges spinning, fires burning
Seconds ticking, time is turning, system stealing all our learning

Fuck the social network and mass desensitization
Fuck your false sincerity
Fuck obsessive integration
Fuck dependence on that comment
Fuck your thumbs up, I don’t want it
Snatch it back, reverse the damage
Pull the plug if you can manage

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

In substrata of data, I am persistent anti-matter
I subsist on a diet of quadrilateral factors
When I spit, it is chaotic like pure bitrate confusion
Jacked into a circuit and producing solutions
I dissect the failed progress of the human condition
Like an F.P.S., my headshots will retain no opposition
Taking incorrect inflections and converting them to steam
Crashing prior preconceptions, I’m a virus E-L-I-T-E

Pure attack, I hide in pitch black darkness
Stalking through the void of your cerebral cortex
Neurovax enacts and unlocks doors with keygen-codes
And mental states you could be more than
Cycle back, injecting sweet, slow poison
Cybernetic spells with a dose of cold contortion
Massive hack, a schematic from the past
If we learn from our mistakes
We could be innocent at last
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the screen my soul to keep
And if I cannot stay awake, stimulants I will intake
I have seen the Devil and he looks good in a tie
Botox is his friend and pornographics are his wife

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