1. SYNTHETIC DREAMS

Take another morphine ride
Soft and warm little suicide
A bite of plastic paradise
Count to five and
Close your eyes or they’ll appear
Haunting faces that are near
Call my name and I’ll be there
I’m your saviour

Nothing is real

Nothing is real
I disappear
All that I have: synthetic dreams
Nothing is real
Nothing I feel
I’m running through synthetic dreams

Take my hand I’ll lead you through
Thorn bushes of dream come true
Livin’ here will set you free
Gain new control
Splitting your image in two
Losing touch with what is true
Memory’ll be fading soon
No more future

Nothing is real
I disappear
All that I have: synthetic dreams
Nothing is real
Nothing I feel
I’m running through synthetic dreams