Future Sex Machines

This black on black dream is a fashion statement
And we're all paying attention
In dollar signs and broken sighs
We aren't getting the whole message
And the picture is getting fuzzy

The big picture never seemed so chopped up
And it never seemed so far away from home
That place you used to go, where the door was open
And the bed was always warm,
And the feeling is gone, and I feel like an actor

I'm bad with communication, but I can write the sweetest words
I can't let you know how I feel, but I know how to pretend I care
And you know how to pretend your listening

The digital clock, on my nightstand has stopped
Its blinking Twelve O' Clock, the power is shot
And I realize I am staring at my reflection
Am I stuck in some state, between off and on
An infinite loop,a promise so moot, like your smile

Lieing is my forte, and dancing is your escape
I can lie my way through the night
And you dance your way into my sight
Everytime I get away, you pull me back
And I love the way your hurt me, the way I hurt you

Bright is the words that wanna escape my eyes
I can see them but they can't even try, to mean enough
Cause my words aren't worth your wieght in gold