I can feel a creeping sense, a sense of urgency

I am crippled by my own self, suffering my own fatigue

Can you stop the spinning world and just let me go home?

Sick and tired of the ticking clock

This is me, my syndrome

I don′t care for the bleeding sons

I don't care for the ones who run

I don′t care 'cos I hold the gun

And the world can lay down forever

I don't care if you know my name

I don′t care if you read my game

I don′t care 'cos ill take the blame

And I know that I′ll live forever

Can you be all my dreams and the faith I'm told I need?

Lift me up like royalty so the peasants at the back can see

I′ll poison you and your bitter kin

though sweet like honeycomb

Sick and tired of the ticking clock

This is me, my syndrome

I don't care for the bleeding sons

I don′t care for the ones who run

I don't care 'cos I hold the gun

And the world can lay down forever

I don′t care if you know my name

I don′t care if you read my game

I don't care ′cos ill take the blame

And I know that I'll live forever

I can stop the spinning world and let everyone go home

But don′t believe a word I say, it's not me it′s my syndrome

I don't care for the bleeding sons

I don't care for the ones who run

I don′t care ′cos I hold the gun

And the world can lay down forever

I don't care if you know my name

I don′t care if you read my game

I don't care ′cos ill take the blame

And I know that I'll live forever

It′s my syndrome, my syndrome, our syndrome, your syndrome

My syndrome