Automatic

Duration

3:09

Genres

Alt. Rock

Description

Lyrics

I caught a glimpse as I was traveling time, below my atmospheres the weather's brewing. It's alright, I was high, but I still knew what I was doing. And I'm calmer than crazy, the last in line. Everything is subject to perception, and nothing is sacred we've lost our minds, just rollin' 'round in everything we wasted. Automatic, the monkey sees the flea, and has to have it. He can't help, but thinkin', "Hey what the fuck, I think I'll eat it!" Chorus Like the cold win, you can feel the wave, reality's breakin across my face. Sunlight bakes it, it's almost there, it's almost there like you cantaste it! Chorus