Spectra Paris - Spectra Murder Show (Radio edit) lyrics

My runway is a narrow flat purgatory Coming to life each time I'm gonna move my lips My young robot-ladies are marching sinuously Trampling on d**h highways, unmercifully I feed them with diamonds and crystalline ice Served by doomy footmen with remote-drive-eyes I quench them with gold wines and unearthly rain Born in royal black halls, islands of pain A beautiful day, the audience go wild My s** robot-girls are starting the show in A beautiful way, the moment has come Shivers running down the spine, shock music whirl A beautiful day, the audience afraid My fiend robot-girls are spoiling the fun in A beautiful way, the last final shot Draws a line between the androids and the crowd Dull preys are collapsing and their empty glance Remains pretty unchanged, lifeless, on a trance