
NotInService The Virus and Antidote (Ft. Zotiyac)
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[Intro]
We're sorry the number you have dialed is not in service at this time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
[Verse: Zotiyac]
Parasites, storing all the torture like a terabyte
Feeding on the flesh with every bite, I taste a fucking fight
Succubi, less they fuck me over, sing the lullabies
I can't cry, trust me, I have tried
I tried my fucking life
Are you afraid? The darkest of days
This pain in my chest is too hard to escape
Don't want no one asking me, "Are you okay?"
I stay the same way from tomorrow today
This scar on my face, is the mark of my face
I'm an artist, don't like what you've started in this place
I go out in a blaze, all you niggas too basic
They call me amazing, get caught in a maze
Leave me out of your planning
God can't feel my mind expanding
My conscience is an antique
Blood filled inside of the canteens
We're sorry the number you have dialed is not in service at this time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
[Verse: Zotiyac]
Parasites, storing all the torture like a terabyte
Feeding on the flesh with every bite, I taste a fucking fight
Succubi, less they fuck me over, sing the lullabies
I can't cry, trust me, I have tried
I tried my fucking life
Are you afraid? The darkest of days
This pain in my chest is too hard to escape
Don't want no one asking me, "Are you okay?"
I stay the same way from tomorrow today
This scar on my face, is the mark of my face
I'm an artist, don't like what you've started in this place
I go out in a blaze, all you niggas too basic
They call me amazing, get caught in a maze
Leave me out of your planning
God can't feel my mind expanding
My conscience is an antique
Blood filled inside of the canteens
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