Synplicity Zug Izland (Ft. Driveby & Jamie Madrox)
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[Intro]
(srekcufrehtom uoy) eb dluohs ew erehw su wohs tsuj ,sneeuQ dna sgniK
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
Is my mind explicit cause I hang with a synner
Hand in hand with the Hatchet but it's nothin' familiar
Non believers keep walking till we finally arrive
Black smoke around the family with the red in our eyes
Cold chills from the death, holding onto the past
With a pistol to the temple cause your life movin' fast
Devastated by the anger that you need to escape
Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your fate
[Pre-Chorus 1: Syn]
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
Spiderweb, makes it hard to move
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to prove (Nada)
Twisted soul, in my mental game
Murder comes and goes with no kind of blame, tell me
[Chorus: Syn]
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
(srekcufrehtom uoy) eb dluohs ew erehw su wohs tsuj ,sneeuQ dna sgniK
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
Is my mind explicit cause I hang with a synner
Hand in hand with the Hatchet but it's nothin' familiar
Non believers keep walking till we finally arrive
Black smoke around the family with the red in our eyes
Cold chills from the death, holding onto the past
With a pistol to the temple cause your life movin' fast
Devastated by the anger that you need to escape
Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your fate
[Pre-Chorus 1: Syn]
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
Spiderweb, makes it hard to move
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to prove (Nada)
Twisted soul, in my mental game
Murder comes and goes with no kind of blame, tell me
[Chorus: Syn]
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
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