Sync Different

Citizen of the free world, slaving all week
Awaiting Saturday night fever to do the freak
And it goes 1, 2, 3 sink in a soothing coma
Bottoms up ; Will all my life be...
Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
No crown, no spark, in this corpse I'm just a dying cell
Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
Hopes are scarred; I’m the pawn that dreamt of ruling citadels



To be a hero, a star, an astronaut, I bought
But I was just compensating
I wanted to smile like the guy of the pasta box
But it was just advertising crap



I've seen the true face of metropolis
One hand stabs me while the other one offers me dope
Its third eye shines on my neurosis
I walk amongst the crowd, a zombie, a fucking clone

I had opinions and dreams I lost along the way
For a wife, a kid, a house and a big ass SUV
In suit and tie, I work my long term suicide
I don't have the guts to fucking fight

Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
I’m like Superman, life is my kryptonite
Modern men do it fucking well

There isn't a day without this weight on my shoulders
Without the burden of the crown the kid I was made out of paper
But carnival is over, no more craft or glitter
Projections of my future should have remained in the past

I can't let go, can’t let go of this mask
I have to change but don't feel up to the task
I'm falling, I’m drowning in this abundance horn
I have it all and I still want more
If my life is ok why am I miserable ? I’m so fucking miserable
I'm sorry for wasting your world

For a way to wonder, for a crooked offer
I'm sorry
For the wrecking, the oppression, the slaughter
Well fuck you all, I haven't done any of these horrors
I haven't done anything but dream of a throne and a scepter
They did it all; they did it fucking all, I'm just a puppet
I’m just a wireless powerless doll
Is the puppet guilty of the actions of its master ?

We’re the orphans of humanityWe only learn the price of things once they've disappearedRemains of a dying breedThis is the witness of blank minds in a colorblind reality
We’re looking for answers to questions we can’t conceiveComplaints of a frying brain
we’ll lay the myths as cornerstones for our society
We’re all lost, we’ve breathed the omega breezeWe’re branded, ain’t brain-dead, we’re brand newOur minds are cleanour bright eyes On this broken world are blindedWe’re all haunted, bonded in this holy lack of memoryWe’re confused, hollow, divided
Claim to remember and we’ll bend a fucking knee
We ride wrecked cars on bull backs through this global no man’s landwe’re fucking nomads, We’re hunchbacks
clinging to the thread of a long gone past
What will grow through the ashes ?
is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will trees grow tall through the carcasses ?are we just ants under a giant’s matches ?will we be burning corpses ?
What will grow through the ashes ?is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will roots push through the asphalt cracks ?
Will we choose utopia or whiplashes ?
will this hell be everlasting ?
Green patches maculate the concreteA budding life bluntly stains misery
alone and incomplete, we stand untouched at the center of this new born beauty

We’re parasites, are we part of this scheme ?We’re parasites, are we even human anymore ?
Damaged is the new black