I'm looking for a brain through my way
And it's a head in my party, I ain't doing anything anymore
My god, my god that's tomorrow
To reality deny, that would feel good
I'm looking for the adult in my chorus
My ambition, changed has nothing
And my flows are tearing
And my doubts are late
But, but, but
And the synaptic areas of my cynical brain are catching fire
In my synthetic dreams
Yes the synaptic areas of my cynical brain are catching fire
In my synthetic dreams
Everything's catching fire in my synthetic dreams
Everything's catching fire in my synthetic dreams
Like choking I'm feeling
Slave, slave to the social pressure
And my mess is a life
My anguish I break down when I think of her
I'm like a fish in the air
Always edge on, I wanna fuck everything up
But my flows are tearing
And my doubt is late
But, but
(But, but, but)
Everything's catching fire in my synthetic dreams
Everything's catching fire in my synthetic dreams
And going well's nothing it's not normal
Dying to the point of suffering, abyssal grief
Maybe that all of this' nothing at all
That I'm just going slightly mad
Of my upside-down world I don't know what to make
Of my upside-down world I don't know what to make
Everything's catching fire in my synthetic dreams
Everything's catching fire in my synthetic dreams
Everything's catching fire in my synthetic dreams
Everything's catching fire in my synthetic dreams
But I got a over hang
And my clear ideas not are
A fucking ache heart
Still no paracetamol
But I got a over hang
And my clear ideas not are
A fucking ache heart
Still no paracetamol