i’m struggling to find my way
i can’t seem to get rid of this pain
a dark cloud traps me in my sorrows
i lie to myself that i’ll feel better tomorrow
tomorrow
how much more can i take, before i start to break
tomorrow turns to weeks, weeks turn to months
it’s been 10 years, and it’s only gotten worse
with the hand i’m dealt, let me feel no doubt
robbed of emotion so i don’t know how to fucking feel
synthetic love is all i know
synthetic love
i’m all alone
times are tough and they’re only getting tougher
how much longer will you leave me here to suffer
with the hand i’m dealt, let me feel no doubt
robbed of emotion so i don’t know how to fucking feel
synthetic love is all i know
synthetic love
where do i go
i’ve start to turn cold, with no place to go
show me what its like not be alone
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Wonderful dramatic opening, the voice of a black woman in all her honesty, vulnerability and openess. And then one of the fiercest tracks of Zulu, total hardcore: 'Now they are through with me', full of twists and turns, and suddenly ending in a kind of soul-track, brilliant! This is 21st century music at it's best. The end lecture is dramatic and disturbing, spoken again by a black woman. Makes you think. Hesperus