Five, four, three, two, one

Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody stole my heart
I turned my back for just a tick and it was gone
Now nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody speaks my name
I'm just another blister in the mouth of shame
A bug in Ender's Game
Honey, two can play<

I have a suitcase for my brightside
It's not a face I throw around
Somehow the sun paid off the shadows in the street
And flexed his muscle on the east side
The green lights
The b-sides

Take me walking
Nowhere, nowhere
I will see you
Somewhere, somewhere

I keep a picture in my head
Of the last time that we met
I call on it when I'm in bed
Just to make my body wet
It's the screw turned in my brain
It's the fist around my heart
It's the poison in my vein
It's the most delicious part

Here we go
Nice and slow

(Alert, alert, alert
System error
Alert
System error)

QotSA on the hi-fi
We were talking via wi-fi
So much Aqua Teen and sci-fi
I was, ''Oh my''
When he said, ''I love you, girl''
It was four in the morning

It's a simple computation
You take easy c

I want to be in love with a robot
I want to be in love with you
I want to be in love with a robot
I want to be in love with you

I want to be in love with a robot
I want to be in love with you
I want to be in love with a robot
I want to be in love with you

In l

I was built from the cold of men
With the hands of Marquis de Sade, a cruel facade
If I could somehow spend another day with you
I'd pluck out the eyes of God
I would live in the time of owls
In the days when the world was green, my love machine
Though I bear no mark of w

War for
The mainframe
Battles of the human heart are really quite the same
Life is
Quite a show
But nothing I've seen ever taught me how to let things go

So long to you, so long to you
So long to you, so long to you

Oh, now
Cried and cried
As though a

I’ve got the frequency to turn you on
I’ve got the frequency to turn you on
Superconductor, keep it goin
I’ve got the frequency to turn you on

Hey there, tin smiles
I’ve been loading down your files
Moving up your dials
and I think I know what’s goin’ on
I am pr

I woke up this morning to the wretched sound of city cars
The cheek print on my pillow smelled of aftershave and old guitars
So another day comes through my window creeping
And I'm old enough to know that it's much too late for sleeping

Cameras, cloaks, and daggers guard a hear