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Automatic (Revisited)

I can't see, I can't hear, I can't sleep
I have sold all my senses

I'm a serial number, Human machine
Doesn't matter if I Don't understand what it means

Slow Burning in a Dancing Room

White color thieves sniffing cocaine on top of the tallest buildings,
Long time forgotten souls under the marquee trying to deal with their needs and feelings
The clogged veins from this city slowly keep on feeding all these fears and conspiracy theories
I see roaches and rats running over my feet as I´m trying to wake up from this bad dream

I see you sitting in a dining room smiling to your boss like a bitch ‘cause he´s buying the dinner