Synapse

Tomorrow is hereDamned by the speed of timeImagine when becomes where did it goMindless peopleThey shake hands and smileI should introduce myself with a slapA nation of a million foolsProgrammed by the media's mainlineLogic and reasonHow does it escape your thoughtsHalf the truth enveloped in liesFace life with a vengeanceShattered by an instant deathA bloody end to a hopeless lifeA nation of a million foolsProgrammed by the media's mainlineAnd then a chilling thought to the point of madnessLeft in a grip of terrorLeft to try recapture myselfWith a gun to my headIn a grip of paranoia with a gun to my headMy spirit stands alone in a roomA bloody end to a hopeless life