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I am a cracked machine
I am a guide wire hussy
I am your favorite DJ a blip on the screen

I am a cracked machine i am a hotshot robot
Short my position i guarantee
You cannot get to me you cannot get to me

I've got you for the day
Don't you try to escape

Watch the telephone with my handsome face
Slowly it sinks gives me time to think
Looove

I told the fire no response is wired

Artist: Brainiac
Genre: Psy-trance
Real Name: Philipp Cepetic
Brainiac is the one man project of Philipp Cepetic from Croatia, born and raised in Munich (Germany).
At the beginning of the millennium he started DJing and visiting Electronic Music events regularly, which influenced him to write his own music few years later.
His sound combines futuristic rhythms and high-tech sounds with a psychedelic twist while keeping the essence of melody and atmosphere alive.

So let's pretend your words are true
If you believe them I will too
I'll hold them down and suffocate
The true meanings
Would you lie just to prove a point?
And would you lie about lies you've told?
You're so pretty when I dress
You in your fables they hold you together

New flypapers out tonight
I'm smarter than every parasite
Nowhere to cut them free, but I want to
Do catch me if you can
You stole my mama and papa, I could stand
I could fly so high through the tree
If I want to

There's a plastic man in a sports car
And he knows that he knows it all
His plastic features are smiling
As he scrapes them against a wall
There's a cover girl on a stake-out
As a worm on a hook she's bait
In the trunk of a Plymouth in Memphis
She thinks she's made a mistake

Go freaks go!

Attention check into overtime
Of things that I think about
One more chance to go yourself
One more shoot for the sprout
A trigger, trigger, trigger, trigger, trigger
Come and check yourself into a suit

Wha oh, wha oh
The hands of the genius are stone cold
Wha oh, wha oh your hands would be too
If you caught some kicker by the
Neck and you told him
He'd better stay awake because
The supies are coming wha oh, whoa

I know how it feels when I need
A disaster scenario I cannot have
My magic hand smacks me in the forehead and
Reminds me I can be so bad
Would you believe me if I said it was
Easy to file away my better half?
Lock me in a closet with my mittens on
And watch me while I blow my stack

If you never fake a grin on your face
What you would understand
That the hands that are changing
You're an accident, never could happen
You wish you never learned of this dress
The greatest of fashion
Worn by a passionate debutante
Your favorite thing she wears

Slim came, guts out blowing like a saxophone
Chopped his boulevard turn again super lady
Heads turned down drooling bastards
In case they're never found

Radio apeshot a fool caught down
Pretend it's stone groovy, groovy
Nothing like a tin crown

My candidate is a stickler for fashion
Better than a robot's got superior action
Wah oh oh, wah oh oh
Look at them clapping their hands together
Automatic functions when he's
Pulling the lever wah oh oh, wah oh oh, whoa

You can lie to yourself

Which little piggy has dirtied her
Nails? Who who? You do
Tell me the story, where do
You get it? Softly, voodoo?
When you stain with your sparkly teeth
What do you hear?
Pick up transmission with your tin bunny ears
Do I respect you? Admire your tricks? No

Kiss all the babies and rub the politicos
Vincent, come on down
The boys are rock stupid
But the girls can tell
And they tell and they tell and they tell

Slice one open for the unknown soldier
Vincent, come on down