Sold my soul to fullfill another meaningless goalBut upon
arrival, i lost control
I stole a glance at the stars
But i got caught and now i have scars
Lost my grip on a slippery slope
When i started to tug the rope
I'm telling myself i have no choice
I might as well throw the dice
I copyrighted my empty feelings
When i got some mental beatings
You might as well be abstract
Because you signed the f*cking contract
I've lost the electricity
All thats left is Synchronicity
The lights are on but there's no one home
And i'm left here alone
I go not official warning
Here i am now, sitting in mourning.
I'm lovestruck but i guess I'm just stuck with dumb luck
I suppose i'm just a stereotype, another cliché hype.