Son of Mourning - The Synthetic Revolution Lyrics

Lets go
This lie that they're feeding
It holds no meaning
This world is synthetic
It beats a plastic pulse

Complacent in stability
Amongst strangers in the cold
Deciding, not fighting
Against hearts that are cold

Simon says keep moving in circles
Simon says keep spinning around
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy
Simon says you're all going down

Synthetic revolution
Is only false hope
Progression from the infection
For success there is no hope

The world is synthetic, it's self anaesthetic
And we are all pathetic, heroic or heretic
The world moves in circles, we're spinning around
The only place left to go is down

Simon says keep moving in circles
Simon says keep spinning around
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

Simon says keep spinning, spinning
Simon grinds you into the ground
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy
Simon says you're all going down

We're anti-prophetic
In existence pathetic
We're anti-prophetic
The revolution synthetic

We're anti-prophetic
In existence pathetic
We're anti-prophetic
The revolution synthetic