Synapse - Cannae

Tomorrow is here

Damned by the speed of time

Imagine when becomes where did it go

Mindless people

They shake hands and smile

I should introduce myself with a slap

A nation of a million fools

Programmed by the media’s mainline

Logic and reason

How does it escape your thoughts

Half the truth enveloped in lies

Face life with a vengeance

Shattered by an instant death

A bloody end to a hopeless life

A nation of a million fools

Programmed by the media’s mainline

And then a chilling thought to the point of madness

Left in a grip of terror

Left to try recapture myself

With a gun to my head

In a grip of paranoia with a gun to my head

My spirit stands alone in a room

A bloody end to a hopeless life