Synapse Lyrics - Singles - Cannae

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 

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 

And then a chilling thought 

The point of madness 

Left in a grip of terror 

Left to try recapture myself 

With a gun to my head