Spectra Murder Show - SPECTRA*paris

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