Blac Haze

The Automatic

Blac Haze


It´s automatic when you breathe
It´s automatic when you feel 
It´s automatic when you move 
It´s automatic when you do

You cross the street between the cars
To your scheduled lunch, at the restaurant
You don´t have time, to slow down
Every once in your life you wish you could fly

It´s automatic when you breathe
It´s automatic when you feel 
It´s automatic when you move 
It´s automatic when you do

Automation