(Brock Walsh, Mark Goldenberg)



Look what you're doing to me

I'm utterly at your whim

All of my defenses down

Your camera looks through me

With its X-ray vision

And all systems run aground

All I can manage to push from my lips

Is a stream of absurdities

Every word I intended to speak

Wind up locked in the circuitry



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No way to control it

It's totally automatic

Whenever you're around

I'm walking blindfolded

Completely automatic

All of my systems are down

Down down down

Automatic

Automatic



What is this madness

That makes my motor run

And my legs too weak to stand

I go from sadness

To exhilaration

Like a robot at your command

My hands perspire and shake like a leaf

Up and down goes my temperature

I summon doctors to get some relief

But they tell me there is no cure

They tell me



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