Ambrosia کے بول

Look at me bleed Filled up with dreams It's a self inflicted gangrene Torn into bits Losing my weeps It's a self infected desease So it seems I might believe I rather sleep than to look around and see All of the grief that made us creeps I'll sink my head now in a machine A surrogate Body I'll get I'll be bionic, then I'll forget Ambrosia take both of my hands Synchronize my motions I'll fit your demands Nevertheless I'm still depressed And by all of this obsessed I am a fool I am just fuel I am an apparatus's tool A surrogate Body I'll get I'll be bionic, then I'll forget Ambrosia take both of my hands Synchronize my motions I'll fit your demands Make me feel commotion Hypnotizing trance I live in Ambrosia, Ambrosia commands Ambrosia commands Ambrosia take both of my hands Synchronize my motions I'll fit your demands Make my feel commotion Hypnotizing trance I live in Ambrosia, Ambrosia commands Ambrosia take both of my hands Synchronize my motions I'll fit your demands I live in Ambrosia (take both of my hands) Ambrosia (take both of my hands) Ambrosia (take both of my hands) Ambrosia (take both of my hands) Ambrosia