I'll Replace You With Machines

If since the letter,
Made a deal go sour,
On pacts of golden seal,
Post marked.

Ain't it funny how it gets there,
And they say it never does,
I'll replace you with machines,
I can't face you.

So I wrote a letter,
To the messenger of my dreams,
I see him at a party,
Endlessly.

Ain't it funny how it gets there,
And they say it never does,
I'll replace you with machines
I can't face you.