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Autopilot

Sometimes, when I’ve shrunken inside

Glued to the carpet, with a ten ton head

All the voices subside, and take a step back

Watching and waiting, for the kernel to crack.

and if they ever came in, I’d face the Horla

Autopilot, autopilot, my oh my, my oh my

and I don’t wanna go, it’s gotten pretty sick

and I’m bored of the choices, now that they all now me

and I can never recall, a single word that gets said

I might be nodding and smiling, but I’ve been practising that

and if they ever came in, I’d face the Horla

Autopilot, autopilot, my oh my, my oh my

What does it take?

Tell me what does it take?

For the mould to break, to break, to break…

and I don’t wanna change a thing in this world

(Except for the people (except for the girls))

Sometimes, when I’ve shrunken inside

Glued to the carpet, with a ten ton head

All the voices subside; take a step back

Watching and waiting, for the kernel to crack.

and if they ever came in, I’d face the Horla

Autopilot, autopilot, my oh my, my oh my

and I’m holding my breathe as I climb down these stairs again

Sugared white burning light binding my eyes

and I’m cupping my hands feeding strength to my soul Against this nameless faces mainline hit of saccharine

Blood-food and body-fuel, heart felt and writhing

I’m screaming in darkness in silence surviving

This stupid words useless tang, meaningless sibilance

No conversation could ever make sense here

Cut me down; let me die, safe in this visions sight

Born again riding a wave of contrition tonight

I am all things for these fleeting hours

and I’ll fear no evil here, bar time in its passing tense

Lost in this tiny hell-holy pitched haze

In this sweet subterranean sanctuary of sacredness

Leave explanation and sense of this mess

Give me alcohol, darkness and liberty dresses …