See them on the TV screen, looking back with electric eyes;
Razorblades and vaseline; what I see is synthesized.
Photographs and magazines will accept no compromise;
Refuel with nicotine, all of them are synthesized.
Synthesized. Synthesized.
Every day now, more and more, names and faces obsolete.
See them moving on the floor, always listen to the beat.
One by one, enter the screen, every movement synchronized,
Dancing like they're in a dream; everything is synthesized.
Fighting hearts and catalogs, sacrificed for their disguise;
Disconnecting analogs, anything to synthesize.
Nothing here is what it seems, nothing can be recognized;
Perfect fit for the Machine: everyone is synthesized.
Synthesized. Synthesized. Synthesized. Synthesized.