Take a bow

Pack on powder

Wash 'em out with buzzing lights

Pay an audience to care

'Impress me' personality



Still and transfixed

The electric sheep are dreaming of your face

Enjoy you from the chemical

Comfort of America



* Come one, come all

Into nineteen-eightyfour

Yeah, three, two, one...

Lights! camera! transaction!



Quick, Your time is almost up

Make 'em forget that they're the moth

Edging in towards the flame

Burn into obscurity



Still and transfixed

The electric sheep but dreaming up your fate

We judge you from the card castle

Comfort of America



[Repeat *]



Your foundation is canyoning

Fault lines should be worn with pride

I hate to say it 

But you're so much more

You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off