My heart beats like a machine, auto-erotic stimulation,
Synthetic body addict, automatic neurotic pleasures.

Synthetic body illusion, the days don't exist anymore,
Neither seasons, nor feelings, just fights and fears...

I became the prolongation of my own obsessions,
I became the instrument of my own destruction.

Autonomic, auto-erotic...
Correct  |  Mail  |  Print  |  Vote

Autonomic Lyrics

Die Form – Autonomic Lyrics