Automaton

Open day of the recovery center All the drugs displayed at the counter Doctors lobotomise their tyrant tinny mother Residents paint with their dead friend's open wrists. Satan's tears of laughter, Showering this party, While we pray the rise of a Happiest nightmare. Our most sensual midwife stands naked in a tree, she screams her fairytale About Manic sex dolls, A new race of clean whores... feeding the monster king of the monsters. I walk amongst these clowns face down, Searching for a reason to look up Satan's tears of laughter, Showering this party, While we pray the rise of a Happiest nightmare. Every fresh moment is ghostly, but life feels alive...