Automatic Relaxation

歌詞

Seat sinks low — I’m falling in, Cushions wrap me like warm-soft skin. Buttons glow, then whirr begins, A gentle sweep from toes to chin. Rollers trace my spinal line, Up and down in a steady design. Neck holds tight, then loosens slow, Like waves that rise and gently go. Pressure shifts left to right, Airbags tighten, then take flight. Shoulders pulled, then let me free — The chair knows every part of me. It kneads me, it rolls me, Automatic, slow and holy. From deep-press down to feather touch — It learns my body, almost too much. It lifts me, it holds me, Every motion smooth and boldly. Oh, I surrender, no hesitation — To this full-course Automatic Relaxation. Lower back gets the twisting turn, Side-to-side like a gentle churn. Air cells squeeze my weary calves, Release again — I almost laugh. Shiatsu points begin their climb, Press-pause-press with perfect time. Foot rollers spin in tiny rings, Like someone tuning violin strings. Chest opens with one long glide, Arms hugged softly from both sides. Then stretching mode begins its cue — My tired frame feels born anew. It kneads me, it rolls me, Automatic, slow and holy. From deep-press down to feather touch — It learns my body, almost too much. It lifts me, it holds me, Every motion smooth and boldly. Oh, I surrender, no hesitation — To this full-course Automatic Relaxation. Head to heel, the sequence flows, A perfect map the program knows. Let the final warmth unfold — I feel my heartbeat turning gold. It kneads me, it rolls me, Automatic, calm and slowly. I close my eyes in sweet salvation — Held inside this Automatic Relaxation.