Talk Shows On Mute by Incubus

Take a bow, pack gun 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
Enjoyment from the chemical
Comforts of America

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights! Camera! Transaction!

Quick, your time is almost up
Make all forget that they're the moth
Edging in, towards the flame
Burning into obscurity

Still and transfix me
The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate
And judge you from the guard castle
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights! Camera! Yeah

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two one
Lights! Camera! Transaction!
Lights! Camera! Transaction!

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights! Camera! Transaction!

The foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say
You're so much more
You're so much more
Enduring with the sound turned off

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