Oh God, I've ended up existing!
It welled up along with my consciousness
Pulsing inside me beat by beat, called
Syndrome
Pure, pure high-lows
A surge of brain chemical called happiness
As long as I breathe, I seek and desire
Happy, happy story

A miracle that clings to me like a shadow
I want to reset it, I want to reset
I said: Please God
As I put my finger on the delete key

(I wanna end this Peek-a-boo (bull) -llsh*t)
Can you give me the non-existential cure?
It'll be together for life
Syndrome, syndrome, yeah!
Who can cure me?
Even though I gave up long, long ago
Something called ethics are laughing at me
Haha, haha, it makes me insane
If you're going to pity me, can you give me love
Haha, haha, this is so boring
Would you cure this kind of hope
Would you cure this kind of despair

The spiral to hell is double-helixes
A good child's punishment game at the end of genes
Gasping in a blissful daydream
Syndrome
The free fall is very slow
I'm sick of Happily ever after
I keep repeating the countdown to my life in the
Lovely, lovely, morning

An ill fairytale
Watch and laugh at my comedic tragedy
I'll give you the worst ending
As the worst present

(I wanna end this Peek-a-bullshit)
Which is the right answer? Can you please tell me
Up? Down? Don't know anymore
Syndrome, syndrome, yeah!
I don't want to look at this stupid world
A fake smile is a lie
Asking why seems like a complete waste
Haha, haha, it makes me insane
If you're going to pity me, can you give me love
Haha, haha, this is so boring
Would you cure this kind of hope
Would you cure this kind of despair

The reason I'm suffocating this much is
Because I remember happiness
Is the fake dream I once believed
Tell me, is it a sin?
Tell me, is it a help?
There's no way out
I don't need it anymore, anymore

(I wanna end this Peek-a-bullshit)
What does normal even mean? I'm so sick of it
Dancing on the edge of a cliff
Syndrome, syndrome, yeah!
I poured petrol and cremated me
Cause the humanity is just trash
Happiness? Cruelty?
I don't care anymore
I just want it to end!
I want to destroy this thing called life

Am I a patient from birth to death?
It flows bright red
Syndrome, syndrome, yeah!
My own room is the ICU?
Love needs your groom
The future's pitch black, spinning, spinning
And it's laughing at me
Haha, haha, it makes me insane
If you're going to pity me, can you give me love
Haha, haha, this is so boring
Would you cure this kind of hope
Would you cure this kind of despair

(Happiness, happiness, I only want to live in—)
(Happiness, happiness, I only want to live in—)
(Happiness, happiness, I only want to live in—)
The syndrome inside me—
Is a life