Synapse کے بول

Tomorrow is here Damned by the speed of time Imagine when becomes where did it go Mindless people They shake hands and smile I should introduce myself with a slap A nation of a million fools Programmed by the media's mainline Logic and reason How does it escape your thoughts Half the truth enveloped in lies Face life with a vengeance Shattered by an instant death A bloody end to a hopeless life A nation of a million fools Programmed by the media's mainline And then a chilling thought to the point of madness Left in a grip of terror Left to try recapture myself With a gun to my head In a grip of paranoia with a gun to my head My spirit stands alone in a room A bloody end to a hopeless life