Metropolis-Cicada

You're always looking for reasons, You don't know what it's for, You always hide your feelings, When you're on the floor. Can I find this rhythm? Can I set you free? I'm a faulty circuit, I know what I need. I would scream, I would shout shout shout shout shout I would move, To the drums that hit my feet. I would scream, I would shout shout shout shout shout I would move, To the drums that hit my feet. Am I science fiction? Have I lost my soul? In my imagination, I'm girl next door. Am I wired for motion? Am I sad to see? I'm photographic, Memory... I would scream I would shout shout shout shout shout I would move To the drums that hit my feet I would scream I would shout shout shout shout shout I would move To the drums that hit my feet To the drums that hit my feet To the drums that hit my feet To the drums that hit my feet To the drums that hit my feet