Uto - Synthesise

It's 11am, the sun spins on itself Try to get out of the bed But your body is reluctant Is there a chrysalis, somewhere to crevice I could hide and synthesise what's happening You make the bed you wash the ash trays all around You erase the traces that you only draw at night Is there a special somewhere-where, for play Okay, tell me how to synthesise what's interfering Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise It's 11pm the moon spins on its axis Your body falls into bed with something to Is there a manual to throw away, wine bottle Just to help me synthesise and go to bed Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise Synthesise, synthesise So that I forget the bad and the signal I've been needing There's a walk, you find pieces, learning how to be impartial How to find a little walk, lost, what guys? Walk on stars, walk on cities, ride this office Your mind takes off, I'll go take a happy few Then many visit out here will blow When they heard that you fizzle Non-stop in conditions for projection Since there's ties, there's information And I'm sick of my new fiction Made the right decision I'll have the right reaction All this motion triggers my emotions I've been fucking with I'll 3D my fiction