| By morning, our voices will sink with their shells
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| Syringe
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| Goddamnit little bitch, I became a narcissist
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| All because I’m just Syringe
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| Guess I’m born to shit your pants
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| I don’t gotta share no bands, I don’t gotta make amends
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| Pray for my downfall, pray your pussy touches salt
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| Cool it, cool it, what are you doing?
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| I am Syringe, but I don’t pursue shit
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| Clan of weirdos, we are the movement
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| ANTI-WORLD, we all are the rulers
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| Salty Sammy, cold and so clammy
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| Me on the other hand, grabbin' the fanny
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| She don’t like weirdos all in her panties
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| Told her that I couldn’t even imagine
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| What am I talkin' about, shit
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| I crawl up outta this house, sheesh
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| You know that I don’t give a shit
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| Dammit I wanna cut off my dick, sheesh
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| Syringe, Syringe, Syringe, sheesh
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| 240 and Wisconsin
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| Mouth is so bloody I’m toxic, shit
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| Melting n melting so swift like
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| Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
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| Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
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| Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
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| Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
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| Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
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| Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
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| Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
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| Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dyi-ng, Dy-
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| Yes I’m
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| Holes in the walls as I struggle to breathe
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| I hope that none of you look up to me
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| I am Syringe, I’m a God, I am Satan
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| Until I’m in peace then the noise is my haven |