Look at me bleed
Filled up with dreams
It's a self inflicted gangrene
Turned into bits
Losing my weeps
It's a self inflicted desease
So it seems
I might believe
I rather sleep than to look around and see
All of the grieves that made us creeps
I'll sink my head now in a machine
Oh sir, I'll get
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
Never the less
I'm still depressed
And by all of this, obsessed
I am a fool
I am just fueled
I am a map or artists too
Oh sir, I'll get
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 commence
Ambrosia commence
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 commence
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