Syndrome (feat. Joy Candy)

You look good
But don't know what to do
All that courage they've pumped in you
Platitudes they like to spew
False beliefs by specious thieves
Now the whole world lies and grieves

Can you get a clue
Can you find out what to do
No

You don't have a syndrome
Simply a spurious dome
The lies you're tricked to foster
You are a real imposter

Inculcated since birth
Falsehoods and undue mirth
Built so high not close to humble
Never told that you will crumble
But you will
So swallow that reality pill

You don't have a Syndrome
Simply a spurious dome
The lies you're tricked to foster
You are a real imposter

Comfortable convincing delusion
Unaware of crafted illusion
With imagined strength you move the boulders
Ignorant of giants shoulders

You don't have a Syndrome
Simply a spurious dome
The lies you're tricked to foster
You are a real imposter

Think upon your real world skills
Complex code or timber mills
Highly trained to help the rest
Or simply trained to do your best
Ingratiate, sow social seed
Never giving what we need

You don't have a Syndrome
Simply a spurious dome
The lies you're tricked to foster
You are a real imposter

It's not easy to detect
Take some time, and self reflect
It's not a Syndrome
You're an imposter

It's not easy to detect
Take some time, and self reflect
It's not a Syndrome
You're an imposter

It not
There is no Syndrome
You're an imposter

Get your thoughts back down to earth
Understand your lack of worth
A fake Syndrome
A Corrupt curse

You're all imposters

You're all imposters

You're all imposters

There is no syndrome
You're all imposters