Lyrics Spectra Murder Show - SPECTRA*paris

Spectra Murder Show

My runway is a narrow flat purgatory
Coming to life each time I’m gonna move my lips
My young robot-ladies are marching sinuously
Trampling on death highways, unmercifully
I feed them with diamonds and crystalline ice
Served by doomy footmen with remote-drive-eyes
I quench them with gold wines and unearthly rain
Born in royal black halls, islands of pain
A beautiful day, the audience go wild
My sex robot-girls are starting the show in
A beautiful way, the moment has come
Shivers running down the spine, shock music whirl
A beautiful day, the audience afraid
My fiend robot-girls are spoiling the fun in
A beautiful way, the last final shot
Draws a line between the androids and the crowd
Dull preys are collapsing and their empty glance
Remains pretty unchanged, lifeless, on a trance