Talk Shows On Mute

Take a bow, pack gun powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care, "impress me" personality
Still in-transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America

Come one, come all into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction

Quick, your time is almost up
Make all forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame, burn into obscurity
Still in-transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate
And judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America

Come one, come all into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, yeah

Come one, come all into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction
Lights, camera, transaction

Come one, come all into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction

Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it, you're so much more
You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off