Four Tet - Automaton (Four Tet Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Cise Star] Tanks rolling through the city, misery inclining Planes speeding overhead, bombs through your climate Rushing to destruction with apocalypse now Guns in the rice sack, Lucifer coming down What happened to the memo? Got damn, you hear the missile? Whistling Dixie tipsy instrumental Hello. Meet the pusher—my name is pestilence d**h on the pale horse—hope is so irrelevant Get to the picture. Hellholes opening—Enter Brimstone filling the air, build the temple Sacrifice life, enter the Antichrist Enter the gigabyte, super computer right Scan ya barcodes. Slave to your bravado Dōmo arigatō, Mr. Roboto Ordering love online with good credit Don't wanna hear people, so leave a text message Behold a pale horse. Come on—isn't it beautiful? Let's ride 'til we die 'cause d**h is so suitable They jumping off a cliff, so damn, I want to do it too f** my name—from now on, I'm number thirty two Dash six seven o nine wrapped in cellophane Cell phone glued to my head—speed dial my brain [Bridge: Sample from Suicide Club] 死ぬぅ〜？ なおこ〜♪ 死ぬのかお前も！ 死ぬぞ〜♪ お前も死ね♪ [Hook: Cise Star] (x2) Hello, meet the automatons Humanoid beings that do whatever you want 'em to Xerox copy of living is so true to them That's all they know That's all they know That's all they know [Bridge 2: Cise Star] 'Cause clever ring tones define me Clever ring tones define me (x3) [Verse 2: Cise Star] Dead roses presented 'til wastelands are frozen Hello, mother nature. Raped ya—d**h is chosen Push the bu*ton, glutton, 'cause something's got to give f** social security—nothing left for kids You peeing on my leg and telling me that's it's raining Tune in at seven. Pain is entertainment Put on my red tie and have a power lunch f** the fundraiser meeting at Starbucks And uhhh... [Verse 3: Akin] Shaking shackles off, run marathons with my ankles all Twisted in this jigsaw puzzle. Can you put your- Self at the realm? I'm like Jesse at the helm Throw speech on the podium while trooping like Napoleon One hand on my belly not Cowboy hat, n***a. Word, might lick shot—Marcus on the chariot Red, black, and green Supa dupa man fight machine Gun zap your team right back to once upon a... Snap out of it