Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Synplicity, artist - Zug IzlandDate of issue: 15.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Synplicity |
| Is my mind explicit cause I hang with a sinner? |
| Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar |
| Nonbelievers keep walking till we finally arrive |
| Black smoke around the family with the red in our eyes |
| Cold chills from the death holding on to the past |
| With a pistol to the temple cause your lifes movin fast |
| Devastated by the anger that you need to escape |
| Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your fate |
| Kiss the dead, on the red moon night |
| Will they cry? |
| Well I think they just might |
| Torturing! |
| What’s a frozen tear? |
| This ain’t Hell, but I’d rather be there |
| Spider web, makes it hard to move |
| Death awaits, yet I have nothing to prove |
| Twiztid souls, in my mental game |
| Murder comes, and goes with no kind of blame |
| Power drains, as the dark becomes light |
| Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight |
| What will ever become, of this book that I hold |
| Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity |
| Rain drops fall from the dark night sky |
| Bodies crawl from garbage cans and alleyways alike |
| You can find me there in the shadows without a doubt |
| Time for my people and me to come about |
| Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and forgotten but |
| It’s still all good |
| What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the children need a pillow |
| When they go to fuckin sleep |
| Your disease, quite infectious |
| Once I know, your the object of my lust |
| Acid rain, come on and stick out your tongue |
| There’s enough, for each and every single one |
| Right or left, come follow me Pyramids, lobotomy is necessary |
| Crystal ball, it’s just Synplicity |
| Kings and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers) |
| Power drains, as the dark becomes light |
| Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight |
| What will ever become, of this book that I hold |
| Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity |
| I was running with a hatchet down the block, my leg got popped |
| When I copped a dub at the dope spot |
| Everybody out to get me everywhere I go, is it a sin to get your dick sucked |
| By a foe? |
| (fuck no!) |
| What about the fact that I bring the dope guns, stay outta my way and don’t |
| Make me have to use one |
| Can’t help the feeling, my head overloads pull the trigger and unload |
| Power drains, as the dark becomes light |
| Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight |
| What will ever become, of this book that I hold |
| Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity |
| SYNPLICITY! |