Talk Shows on Mute

Talk Shows on Mute
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 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
Burn into obscurity
Still and transfixed
The electric sheep
Are dreaming up your fate
We judge you from
The card castle
Comfort of America
Come one
Come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera...
Come one
Come all
To 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction
The foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it
You're so much more
You're so much more
Endearing with the sound turned off.
En 'Talk Shows on Mute' de Incubus, la poderosa voz de la canción se dirige a la artificialidad y vacío de la cultura de las celebridades y la realidad mediática...