Kyle Morton - Automatic lyrics

It's your cake you decide when to have it In this life it takes all kinds of nasty habits If I were you, if I were you And circumstances rearranged I would do Almost anything to shake free, get loose But it's automatic Eyes of gla** and a mind tuned to static Every once in awhile I see a light flicker in the attic It's my head, It's my head Breaking itself to make a thought but instead Just some p**nographic images to stave off my d**h It's all automatic It's all automatic [spoken voice recording] Then I reach the bottom and I open the door And standing there is this figure with your face but not your eyes staring at me menacingly At this point I speak and I say "you have come to k** me" And then you say "I have come to save you" and then you stab me in the chest