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