Sync Different

So fucking late
I am so fucking late


So many things to see
Reality is softer through an lcd screen
Rigged Esthetics and fucking capitalistic dreams
All seem in my reach


Damn I should be flying, floating amongst the stars
My wings are spread and flapping but it’s just too hard
Sun is far, why is the wax already melting, drooling down ?
Lost in this maze, I gaze up to the Milky Way
My ego goes up and down twerking on this symphony
I'm a bird, I'm a plane, I'm a god, now I'm sucked back to mediocrity
How can I be so weak? I'm a piece of art
Sadness has no price for everything else there’s MasterCard


But it's all possible; all accessible
I won't be another sad clown in this circus
But it's all possible, so fucking buyable
Sculpted in silicone anyone can stand on Mount Olympus


In Walmart I trust
It’s just a race for the newest grail
I'll put my lips to each cup, to every vase
I'll pull out the blade
Holy syrup running through my veins
Modern slaves have no fucking chains, I’m in debt

Damn I’m so hollow just call me a shrink
I’m a blank note in desperate need of ink
I’m a wooden doll lacking a spell
A church that’s lost its fucking bell
Possessions for an empty shell
Give me a fate, set me on fire, make me a flame

Let me enlighten the worthless and plain
It's a lifelong quest

But in the end it all fake, lost in bullshit, I pretend and feign

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 ?