Syndrome - Running Compelled

I stand staring my face
I’ll never hide, the tears are falling
‘Cause sleeping became
A natural state of being alive here

Now looking around is not habitual
I got frustrated on my own
Foolery and loss
Are overcoming the feeling of sharing

I want to be honest
Ambitions I don´t have
These days the robbers win
And everbody agrees
they are the best

Smart... the way they call their name
Rolls... the wheel we run in vain

But one day will come
We’re gonna wake up and then realize
We are running compelled
Staying alive is our only target

Work, forgiving the insults
Wasting our time
And money is all we earn
Life goes on fast
We’re victimized by those who maintain

I want to be honest
Ambitions I don´t have
These days the robbers win
And everbody agrees
they are the best

I want ...
Ambitions...
These days the robbers win
And nobody disagree:
they are the best