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Spineshank - Indie, Volume 9 - Synthetic
Indie, Volume 9
Disc 1
01. Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)
02. Rockin’ the Suburbs
03. The Hindu Times
04. This Mess We’re In
05. Island in the Sun
06. Souljacker, Part I
07. Twenty Years
08. Sexual Healing
09. Lullaby
10. Knives Out
11. Gabriel
12. Roseability
13. Bliss
14. Economic Decline
15. Shock
16. Supagloo
17. Karma
18. You Give Me Something
19. Superstylin’
20. Man... It’s So Loud in Here
Disc 2
01. Main Offender
02. First Date
03. She’s Got the Look
04. Divine Intervention
05. Mean Girl
06. Fall Down
07. Say What?
08. Hope Is Where the Heart Is
09. Nice to Know You
10. The Cell
11. Feel So Numb
12. Bodies
13. Sonne
14. Linchpin
15. Synthetic
16. Squash That Fly
17. The Shame of Life
18. Giving In
19. Flashback
20. What I Always Wanted
21. Burn Baby Burn
22. Killing Time
I can never feel the way you do
But it still becomes me now
I can't take the way you do
But it's still inside me

Synthetic solution
Synthetic, I'll become
Synthetic, if it makes this go away
Synthetic solution
Synthetic, I'll become
Synthetic, if it makes this go away

Still I waste another day of my life
And it sickens me to feel this way
Now I can't make up my mind, is this right?
How I let you get inside of me?

Twist my words the way that you do
'Cause it falls on deaf ears now
Still, I've learned to numb your views
But they're still inside me

Synthetic solution
Synthetic, I'll become
Synthetic, if it makes this go away
Synthetic solution
Synthetic, I'll become
Synthetic, if it makes this go away

Still I waste another day of my life
And it sickens me to feel this way
Now I can't make up my mind, is this right?
How I let you get inside of me?

I will never follow you
I will never follow you
I will never follow you
I will never follow you

All this time, I thought I was myself
And I thought, I never could become you
All this time, I thought I was myself
And I thought, I never could become you
Wrong, wrong

Still I waste another day of my life
And it sickens me to feel this way
Now I can't make up my mind, is this right?
How I let you get inside of me?

Still I waste another day of my life
And it sickens me to feel this way
Now I can't make up my mind, is this right?
How I let you get inside of me?

I have become synthetic
I have become synthetic
I have become synthetic
I have become synthetic