Incubus

Incubus - Talk Show On Mute

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! cameras! Transaction!

Quick, Your time is almost up

Make all forget that they're the moth

Edging in towards the flame

Burning to obscurity

Still and transfixed

The electric sheep but dreaming up your fate

We judge you from the card castle

Comfort of America

Come one, come all

Into nineteen-eightyfour

Yeah, three, two, one...

Lights! camera!

Yeah!

Come one, come all

Into Nineteen-eightyfour

Yeah, three, two, one...

Lights, cameras! Transaction!

Come one, come all

Into Nineteen-eightyfour

Yeah, three, two, one...

Lights, cameras! Transaction!

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

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