Man comes to a life With parental hopes Longing for a thrive Jumpin’ on its toes Longing for high means Longing for big deals Longing for control Goin’ on the dole He’s bound to fall
Syntnetic food Synthetic clothes Synthetic moods Synthetic joys Synthetic life We do produce Synthetic man The hell let loose He’s loose
Man comes to a rest But there is no sense He tries to walk abreast By all means for xpense Tries to find some smile Tries to find beguile Tries to find some heart Tries to fall apart
First he tries to find revival But there is no sense Then he’s looking for survival By all means for expense There’s noone else
Synthetic juice Synthetic cake Synthetic booze Synthetic stake But still pure whisky In our veins Synthetic man Still wears these chains
Man comes to an end But still he’s tryin’ to try Until his last amen He’s his own worst ally
There’s lost devil to connive Still he’s willing to try Still he’s willing to try Nothing means except this odd life He’s his own worst ally He’s his own worst ally To die
Synthetic parts Synthetic bain Synthetic heart Synthetic pain Synthetic death Is coming close Synthetic man Still on his toes And worse