Automatic who you blamenLike a moth into the flamenBurn your wings, have scars to shownAlways gone before you gonnIt's all down from heren(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)nThe fall you preparedn(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)nnDamaged pride in a twisted heartnLittle thief who was never caughtnWanna give you what she earnsnSouvenirs of the wings she burnsnnIt's all down from heren(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)nThe fall you preparedn(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)nnIt's all down from heren(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)nThe fall you preparedn(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)n