Imagine or maybe don't won't think sink and blink into an existence where rarely two people are distinct
bodies are covered in ink hot ladies drunken and open execs position for rank and federal notes can't fold em
open bar posted car suspension tight hover over rodes only hitting green lights foreign engineering steering
while admires staring make your lady bounce in some ride I mispronounced the name of dying to be famous strangers with
the same dress code glow of fluorescent bulbs accentuate her shape greater than eight in that dress
in my interest to find a mate to consummate tonight DJs recycle soulless tunes the crowd grows excited
invite em to my spot the hotel her girl Janel want in no details just nail marks balconies screams and biting
cameras and camcorders no reporter at the murder scene slayer of VJ wit me they run relay while stars wither away
to day light replaying every night the life of comfort and excess is expressed to impress the simps
watch the actions of the rich with a high definition view listen come and take a glimpse
Chorus
Welcome to the land of Synth imagination it don't exist
synthesized believe the lies computerize a soulless vibe
welcome to the land of clones to be original your alone
automated to join the drones make a left at trite you should feel right at home
Join the masquerade before she go out gotta put on her face men ain't enough with machines she interfaces
vibrating listen to stations automated shaking while the dollars drape the stage fully engaged the pole
custom made jewelry my neck holding civil suits in south of France looking for new recruits in Spain they salute
like the Moors open the doors of the Alhambra villas no hassle royal with crooks and castles
one blink past you foreign accounts is tax free minerals are gold and silver yet I'm getting oil money
fossil fuels the plane exotic foods footwear insane fresh imported crocodile straight from the Nile
you rappers in denial I'm dialed in Canary Island Nautical pilot politicking how to get from wealthy to rich
more chances we dynastic the backwards will probably never catch it what is this
The Land of Synth
Chorus
Welcome to the land of Synth imagination it don't exist
synthesized believe the lies computerize a soulless vibe
welcome to the land of clones to be original your alone
automated to join the drones make a left at trite you should feel right at home
Having the ear for samples is great but knowing how to flip it is even more masterful. Y?Arcka exhibits both skills with his instrumental projects. Aquil