Look at me bleed
Filled up with dreams
It's a self inflicted gangrene
Torn into bits
Losing my weeps
It's a self infected desease
So it seems
I might believe
I rather sleep than to look around and see
All of the grief that made us creeps
I'll sink my head now in a machine
A surrogate
Body I'll get
I'll be bionic, then I'll forget
Ambrosia take both of my hands
Synchronize my motions
I'll fit your demands
Nevertheless
I'm still depressed
And by all of this obsessed
I am a fool
I am just fuel
I am an apparatus's tool
A surrogate
Body I'll get
I'll be bionic, then I'll forget
Ambrosia take both of my hands
Synchronize my motions
I'll fit your demands
Make me feel commotion
Hypnotizing trance
I live in Ambrosia, Ambrosia commands
Ambrosia commands
Ambrosia take both of my hands
Synchronize my motions
I'll fit your demands
Make my feel commotion
Hypnotizing trance
I live in Ambrosia, Ambrosia commands
Ambrosia take both of my hands
Synchronize my motions
I'll fit your demands
I live in Ambrosia (take both of my hands)
Ambrosia (take both of my hands)
Ambrosia (take both of my hands)
Ambrosia (take both of my hands)
Ambrosia
