My mind is only of your demise But i find that your still ill My life is nothing but stolen lies So i look for a life to steal My kind is livin'
Well i feel that all this becomes this waste that we call life And its real yet i hate all the things that i've become Why the smiles become a waste
feel the way you do But it still becomes me now I can't take the way you do But it's still inside me Synthetic solution Synthetic, I'll become Synthetic
