paroles de chanson I Want to Be a Synthesizer - Analog Moon

Deep, down inside my head
The flesh will soon be dea
Will there be nothing left?
But for all my thoughts and fears
The blue and green ideas
A terminus of death

Here in this decaying cage
Of nervousness and rage
An unrelenting weight
Now, unoscillating drive
Compulsion to contrive
A longing to create

We must make ourselves device devisers
I want to be a synthesizer
We must make ourselves device devisers
I want to be a synthesizer

We must make ourselves device devisers
We have nothing to conceal
I want to be a synthesizer
I want to make it real

Understand this will not come to naught
This is not abstract thought
There comes a new machine
We must push our eminent horizon
We are content to keep our eyes on our goal
No matter what the price

We must make ourselves device devisers
We have nothing to conceal
I want to be a synthesizer
I want to make it real
We must make ourselves device devisers
We have nothing to conceal
I want to be a synthesizer
I want to make it real