The Fashion Police Hate Robots

Painting windows with crimson memories
This room won’t see the light of day
It’s been too long since things have gone wrong
Does the machine malfunction if the robots sleep?
There’s no answer in the dial tone
You say you’re lost, but you feel just like home in a crime like fashion,
just like a well-scripted masquerade
This room won’t see the light of day
It’s been too long since things have gone wrong