Synthetic
Embracing the Synthetic Struggle: Unveiling Inner Turmoil in Spineshank's Anthem
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I can never feel the way you do
I am unable to experience emotions as you do.
But it still becomes me now
However, it still affects me at present.
I can't take the way you do
I cannot handle the way you act or behave.
But it's still inside me
Nevertheless, those actions or traits are within me.
Synthetic solution
A fabricated or artificial remedy.
Synthetic, I'll become
I will transform into something artificial.
Synthetic, if it makes this go away
Ready to become artificial if it resolves the issue.
Still I waste another day of my life
I continue to waste another day of my life.
And it sickens me to feel this way
Feeling this way deeply disturbs me.
Now I can't make up my mind, is this right
I'm uncertain if this situation is morally correct.
How I let you get inside of me?
How did I allow you to influence me so significantly?
Twist my words the way that you do
You manipulate my words skillfully.
'Cause it falls on deaf ears now
But now, those words have no impact on me.
Still, I've learned to numb your views
I've managed to desensitize myself to your opinions.
But they're still inside me
However, they still linger within me.
Synthetic solution
An artificial remedy or solution.
Synthetic, I'll become
I will transform into something artificial.
Synthetic if it makes this go away
Willing to become artificial to resolve the issue.
Still I waste another day of my life
I continue to waste more time from my life.
And it sickens me to feel this way
This feeling deeply nauseates me.
Now I can't make up my mind, is this right
Uncertain if this situation aligns with my morals.
Now I let you get inside of me?
How did I allow you to have such an impact on me?
I will never follow you
I will never imitate or emulate you.
At this time I thought I was myself
Previously, I believed I was true to myself.
And I thought I never could become you
And I believed I would never adopt your traits.
All this time I thought I was myself
All this time, I thought I was authentic.
And I thought I never could become you
And I believed I wouldn't become like you.
Wrong
Incorrect.
Still I waste another day of my life
I continue to waste more time from my life.
And it sickens me to feel this way
This feeling deeply nauseates me.
Now I can't make up my mind, is this right
Uncertain if this situation aligns with my morals.
How I let you get inside of me?
How did I allow you to have such an impact on me?
I have become synthetic
I have transformed into something artificial.
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