Incubus - Talk Shows On Mute Lyrics

Take a bow
Pack on powder,
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights.
Pay an audience to care;
'Impress me' personality.

Still and transfixed,
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face.
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America.

Come one, come all!
Into Nineteen Eighty-Four!
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! Camera! Transaction!

Quick! your time is almost up!
Make 'em forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame.
Burn into obscurity.

Still and transfixed,
The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate.
And Judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America.

Come one, come all!
Into Nineteen Eighty-Four!
Yeah, three, two, one,
Lights! Camera! Transaction!

Your foundation is canyoning,
Fault lines should be worn with pride.
I'd hate to say
You're so much more,
You're so much more
Endearing with the sound turned off.