They say that feeling never ends
If you let go you must pretend
That the back of your hand is covering your eyes
I was shamelessly disguised

I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm in control
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm manual

I kept my [bad word] to myself
I lend my health to noone else
But the back of your neck was in line
All alone and so divine

I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm in control
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm manual

I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm in control
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm manual