Synthesise 歌词

It's 11 am the Sun spins on itself Try to get out of the bed But your your body is reluctant Is there a krysalis or a deep crevice? I could hide and synthesise what’s happening You make the bed, you wash the ashtrays all around You erase traces that you will redraw at night Is there a special song or a soft language? Tell me how to synthesise what's interfering Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise synthesise It's 11 am the Moon spins on it axis Your body falls into bed But something just stays awake Is there a manœuvre or a wine bottle? Just to help me synthesise and go to bed Sort it out: The good, the bad And who said what? And he did that, so what? Who’s right, who's the liar? How to be impartial? How find the middle? What lasts, what dies? What expires? What lies hidden and what is obvious? The mind takes off, our guts anchor The happy few, the many bitter I hear the rumour, the rancour The truth is all mixed up In the visions the projections Synthesise this information Anaesthetise my affliction Make the right decision And have the right reaction All this motion triggers my emotions My conflicting ghosts are Feeding my fiction Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise synthesise