Today (feat. Moy Moy) - Special Q

Its coming through the windows Its coming through the doors Its coming through the ceilings Its coming through the floors Its coming through my skin Its coming through my pores Its coming through for a reason Its coming through for a cause I can taste it in the air As it hangs and it lingers I can feel it in my toes As it lingers in my fingers Theres a change It might seem strange, as the world rearrange The summer fell tumbling The rain gets warmer The thunder came rumbling Im living in a sauna Im drinking much lager On a par with my father Still living in the saga Early in the morning When im yawning Im calling for your name A shame, so lame, so strange Im mumbling im stumbling im rumbling Im fumbling Im grabbing im dragging Im blagging, im slagging Im shaking, im breaking Im faking, im making Im crying, im dying Im lying im trying So hard to be For me, to see clearly For me to see I feel the frustration in the sound The aggravation all around Wanna put myself up side down And detoxify the ground That I walk on, The air that I talk on If my head swells up and starts to cause you trouble Please don't burst my bubble Let me release the gas and don't ask Any questions, or offer me suggestions Unless I ask you for directions Complex intersections Im vexed and oversexed and perplexed

It was right before my eyes There were a thousand other guys In synthicide I've been caught on a one way street In the big electronic beat In synthicide Give me a break, it's a tricky situation Don't give it all away I gotta have my digital fix today I'm out of phase Help me, I'm falling, losing my place Is that you calling crimson and ice Feeling no pain Synthicide! It's on program eighty-eight Duel mode arpeggiate Synthicide It's like clockwork out of sync A memory to help you think Synthicide Give me a break, it's a tricky situation Don't give it all away I gotta have my digital fix today I'm out of phase Help me, I'm falling, losing my place Is that you calling crimson and ice Feeling no pain Synthicide! It was right before my eyes There were a thousand other guys In synthicide It's like clockwork out of sync And the memory makes you drink Synthicide Synthicide Synthicide Synthicide In synthicide Synthicide Synthicide... Synthicide... Synthicide...