I'm looking for the brain in my path
And in my party it's the head I do nothing more
My god, my god there it's tomorrow
Denying reality, that would do me good
I'm looking for the adult in my refrain
My ambition, changing has nothing
And I have the balls that cry
And I have the doubts that linger, but, but, but
And the synaptic zones of my cynical brain ignite
In my synthetic dreams
Yes the synaptic zones of my cynical brain ignite
In my synthetic dreams everything ignites
In my synthetic dreams
Everything ignites
In my synthetic dreams

Like suffocating I have the impression
Submissive, submissive to social pressure
And if life in my mess
My anxieties I freak out when I think about them
I'm like a fish in the air
A nerve of balls I want to throw everything in the air
But I have the balls that cry
And I have the doubt that lingers, but, but, but
(But, but, but)

Everything ignites in my synthetic dreams
Everything ignites in my synthetic dreams

And everything is wrong it's not normal
Dying to suffer, abyssal pain
Maybe all this is nothing at all
That I'm just becoming a little crazy
From my upside down world I don't know what to do
From my upside down world I don't know what to do

Everything ignites in my synthetic dreams
Everything ignites in my synthetic dreams
Everything ignites in my synthetic dreams
Everything ignites in my synthetic dreams

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