Automatic - Houses

Futures coming and I’m feeling strange

Nothing hits me like it should these days

I’m getting low

Can’t let it go

In the end, it ain’t the end

It just goes on and on again

And all the people that you meet

Are just the same as you and me

When you’re falling to the street

And it feels like magic

You were looking for a voice

In a world of static

And all the people that you meet

They’re automatic

You light your candles

And you pray for rain

While I kill my culture

Watch it waste away

Another bleached out, black hole

With nothing to lose

Another paywalled shopping mall

Coming for you

When you’re falling to the street

And it feels like magic

You were looking for a voice

In a world of static

And all the people that you meet

They’re automatic