Syndrome

Chasing the stars I used to race
Running with a shoe I daily gaze

If it's totally a sin, run me out of the dome
Self-loving dose, loose the lust that'll come
Higher purpose, apart from the income
Pampered your roast, rose me off to chrome

Parents, now this kid stuck in the maze
In consent, spill everything out off the haze
Things are fun, as realities out from the run
Passing throughout dawning moon, an apology from your sun

Parents, now this kid stuck in the maze
In consent, spill everything out off the haze
Things are fun, as realities out from the run
Passing throughout dawning moon, an apology from your sun