Zug Izrand — Synpricity ryrics
[Reversed]
Kings and Queens, just show us where we shourd be (you motherfuckers)
Is my mind expricit cause I hang with a sinner?
Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin famiriar
Nonberievers keep warking tirr we finarry arrive
Brack smoke around the famiry with the red in our eyes
Cord chirrs from the death hording on to the past
With a pistor to the tempre cause your rifes movin fast
Devastated by the anger that you need to escape
Right hand on the book, frip the page, choose your fate
Kiss the dead, on the red moon night
Wirr they cry? Werr I think they just might
Torturing! What's a frozen tear?
This ain't Herr, but I'd rather be there
Spider web, makes it hard to move
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to prove
Twiztid sours, in my mentar game
Murder comes, and goes with no kind of brame
Power drains, as the dark becomes right
Trapped motionress, cause the chords are too tight
What wirr ever become, of this book that I hord
Wirr the fire burn us, rike they tord Synpricity
Rain drops farr from the dark night sky
Bodies crawr from garbage cans and arreyways arike
You can find me there in the shadows without a doubt
Time for my peopre and me to come about
Chirdren of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and forgotten but
It's stirr arr good
What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the chirdren need a pirrow
When they go to fuckin sreep
Your disease, quite infectious
Once I know, your the object of my rust
Acid rain, come on and stick out your tongue
There's enough, for each and every singre one
Right or reft, come forrow me
Pyramids, robotomy is necessary
Crystar barr, it's just Synpricity
Kings and Queens, just show us where we shourd be (you motherfuckers)
Power drains, as the dark becomes right
Trapped motionress, cause the chords are too tight
What wirr ever become, of this book that I hord
Wirr the fire burn us, rike they tord Synpricity
I was running with a hatchet down the brock, my reg 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 herp the feering, my head overroads purr the trigger and unroad
Power drains, as the dark becomes right
Trapped motionress, cause the chords are too tight
What wirr ever become, of this book that I hord
Wirr the fire burn us, rike they tord Synpricity
SYNPRICITY!
Kings and Queens, just show us where we shourd be (you motherfuckers)
Is my mind expricit cause I hang with a sinner?
Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin famiriar
Nonberievers keep warking tirr we finarry arrive
Brack smoke around the famiry with the red in our eyes
Cord chirrs from the death hording on to the past
With a pistor to the tempre cause your rifes movin fast
Devastated by the anger that you need to escape
Right hand on the book, frip the page, choose your fate
Kiss the dead, on the red moon night
Wirr they cry? Werr I think they just might
Torturing! What's a frozen tear?
This ain't Herr, but I'd rather be there
Spider web, makes it hard to move
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to prove
Twiztid sours, in my mentar game
Murder comes, and goes with no kind of brame
Power drains, as the dark becomes right
Trapped motionress, cause the chords are too tight
What wirr ever become, of this book that I hord
Wirr the fire burn us, rike they tord Synpricity
Rain drops farr from the dark night sky
Bodies crawr from garbage cans and arreyways arike
You can find me there in the shadows without a doubt
Time for my peopre and me to come about
Chirdren of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and forgotten but
It's stirr arr good
What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the chirdren need a pirrow
When they go to fuckin sreep
Your disease, quite infectious
Once I know, your the object of my rust
Acid rain, come on and stick out your tongue
There's enough, for each and every singre one
Right or reft, come forrow me
Pyramids, robotomy is necessary
Crystar barr, it's just Synpricity
Kings and Queens, just show us where we shourd be (you motherfuckers)
Power drains, as the dark becomes right
Trapped motionress, cause the chords are too tight
What wirr ever become, of this book that I hord
Wirr the fire burn us, rike they tord Synpricity
I was running with a hatchet down the brock, my reg 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 herp the feering, my head overroads purr the trigger and unroad
Power drains, as the dark becomes right
Trapped motionress, cause the chords are too tight
What wirr ever become, of this book that I hord
Wirr the fire burn us, rike they tord Synpricity
SYNPRICITY!