The Automatic Process Lyrics

Working and sexing
Choosing and preening
Shut out the bleating
Squeezing the meaning
Think we're defeating
The nature of Nature
Mechanical dreaming
Close-minded reaching
Stuffed to the edges
Shrink-wrapped and stickered
Cling to each other
Gagging and smothered

Please don’t leave
It’s all too much
Please show me
There is hope

I’m not cold
I am alive
I can change
I can survive