I sit, I grin, and I stroke my chin
I think about all the little children
I can't close my eyes
and I can't get in your thighs
I am an electric man
I have electric hands
I am a machine
I have electric dreams
Electric dreams of electric sheep
Baby, I'm an electric creep
I don't have real friends
Or a God to believe in
I was born dead
Computer parts in my head
I got no bones I got no skin
I got a heart, but it's made of tin
I am a machine
I have electric dreams
Electric dreams of electric sheep
Baby, I'm an electric creep
And when I lay awake at night
I wonder what it feels like
to be
A real fucking boy
I got no dad, I got no mom
I got no place to call my home
I'm not from earth, I'm not from space
I'm not from any place
Electric dreams of electric sheep
Baby, I'm an electric creep
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020