Realization (Dying) - SYBYR, Landfill, Evil Nigga

By morning, our voices will sink with their shells

Syringe

Goddamnit little bitch, I became a narcissist

All because I’m just Syringe

Guess I’m born to shit your pants

I don’t gotta share no bands, I don’t gotta make amends

Pray for my downfall, pray your pussy touches salt

Cool it, cool it, what are you doing?

I am Syringe, but I don’t pursue shit

Clan of weirdos, we are the movement

ANTI-WORLD, we all are the rulers

Salty Sammy, cold and so clammy

Me on the other hand, grabbin' the fanny

She don’t like weirdos all in her panties

Told her that I couldn’t even imagine

What am I talkin' about, shit

I crawl up outta this house, sheesh

You know that I don’t give a shit

Dammit I wanna cut off my dick, sheesh

Syringe, Syringe, Syringe, sheesh

240 and Wisconsin

Mouth is so bloody I’m toxic, shit

Melting n melting so swift like

Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-

Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-

Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-

Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-

Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-

Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-

Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-

Yes I’m Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dyi-ng, Dy-

Yes I’m

Holes in the walls as I struggle to breathe

I hope that none of you look up to me

I am Syringe, I’m a God, I am Satan

Until I’m in peace then the noise is my haven