Lyrics:

Oh synth man
Theyre asking again
Whats the mindstate
Who is the friend

While the months pass
Ambitions are grand
From the inside
Think about sand

That you dont see
In your bedroom
What of the hard times
You never exhume

Look to the highways
Stare at the dry fields
Maybe the suns out
Maybe your minds real

Have you been dreaming
Or eyeing car wheels
A cryptic message
On how your heart feels
Cause sometimes the art heals

Oh synth man
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