Diorama - Batteries lyrics

Come to where oblivion counts you in Come to where your time is not running out Come to where regrets are deemed as sin Come to where no question are allowed Pack your bags and quit The luxuries of life That never seem to fit Pack your bags and quit The luxuries of life The race of walking batteries The race of walking batteries The tales of talking batteries What a nice evening, what a nice conversation Just when you align your symmetry Just when you could swear it can't get worse Just when you dump into absurdity The center of an unborn universe Pack your bags and quit The luxuries of life That never seem to fit Pack your bags and quit The luxuries of life The race of walking batteries The race of walking batteries The tales of talking batteries What a nice evening, what a nice conversation The race of walking batteries The comedy, the never-ending line We're gladly waiting in Your comedy Your interim arrangement Your unforgotten past Your interim arrangement …interim arrangement