Lyrics:
cyanide
You, better off alone
My sins I can't atone
Just waiting by the phone for your call
Fuck me up, go another round
Can't breathe no more, leave me
influenza, "I'm inspired by you"
Log khete mujhe fir kardete hai unfollow kyu ?
Followers, followers
I'm countin' up all of'em (Brr)
Kya hi hai yeh bheed
anything to dust
Omen
Don’t be fooled by the thrill of us
In no time have you staring down the barrel of
Biting bullets long enough
Careful dear, is it even
biological chains by my own chemical curse
They're terrible, these cravings, oh can they get any worse
How long will it be until I may return to the Earth
Fate
All I can say is that I know I'm drained
By the summer months and I'm not in Spain
To blame for the rain that falls into my brain
All I gotta do is
down[01:21.76]Someday i'll try cyanide[01:25.28]I don't think that it's something i will survive[01:29.28]Being with you forever is just out of reach[01:33.21]So i'll sit
to know
I'd much prefer to be numb
Numbed
And paralyzed
My sweet cyanide
Now I'm home
Free at last
And purified
The corpse of my life
In company I feel by
I'm not innocent
I'd do it all again
Ignore the consequences
Tell me is your trust wearing thin
These days never seem to end
I'm hanging by a thread
Absorb ingest me
I'm the god that you fear
Your minds are my clay
Thoughts are not your own
Your life is my canvas
By my hand behold
The end
Erase
held me down and into their car
I'm a fool again
Swallow my pride, might as well be cyanide
I'm a fool once more
I'm a fool again
By the dirge
Do you understand me, yeah
We should not have taken things so far
Debonaire like cyanide and tar
And everything is nothing in a world where we are
Slave your mind until you rot
Privatized pillaging and
Cyanide civilians
Idolizing villains while we
Cry over what we're givin em
Sigh the cyanide we're
it's all by pride
How many people I lost to suicide
The vodka kill me like it's cyanide
It's just stoner music I'm on a vibe
Hop up in the Porsche
Stworzeni by wygrywać
Cały czas musimy zdobywać świat
Stworzeni by nagrywać
Rap
Stworzeni by wygrywać
Cały czas musimy zdobywać świat
Stworzeni by nagrywać
The crushing weight of the Tyrant's
Passage had left nothing unmarked
You gettin' split in fucking half
By Ikon the Hologram's wrath
But I am
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
Park, it's dark, it's winter in December
I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender
Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
just ain't nothin' left
Whiskey with the cyanide, empty bottle by my bed
Depression got no antidote so fill my fucking brain with lead
Blood run
Bless 'em with the Blood of Christ
Drinking up the cyanide
Living life with a smile
But just wanna die inside
Amplified by slow paces
But that's
nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny
of his leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
She also
his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have mercy on his soul"
They all play
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