Lyrics:
Cyanide poisoning
I can't feel a thing
Look at me now, I'm stuck in my head
Cyanide poisoning
I can't feel a thing
Look at me now, I'm boutta be dead
bold men filled with sneering pride
Behind the smiling countenance they hide
Spiritual arsenic moral cyanide
They're poisoning the students'
Poisoning
the sunrise
As flames synchronize
Receiving all the light
Receiving all the light
Now I know your evil in disguise
Should of know your love was cyanide
a motherfucking grave digger
Dial one eight hundred suicide with your finger on the trigger
Cyanide poisoning overdose
Anthrax forced down your throat its comatose
June 8th, 1954
Alan Turing, founder of computer science
Logician, mathematician, and war-time codebreaker
Is found dead of self-administered cyanide
the levee
Longing flooding
Friendship budding
Pressures far too heavy
Her cellophane tales and cyanide characters
Poisoning
My withering lines and tritely
are gone had to decide
Poisoning Via cyanide
The choice of some fifteen percent
Death is no way to circumvent
Still though here's some more statistics
inside my chest
It feels like cyanide, bleeding into my flesh
I am so bored
Feeling this sore
Take all I am, decompose me
Feed me to the words inside my
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming
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
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
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
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
The birdies all try an' hide
But they still go for peanuts
When coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright
Everything seems all right
When we're poisoning
sexless patients they're
Trying to blow it up now his nurse
Some local loser she's in charge
Of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that
Read
Krispies
Antifreeze in your Gatorade
Anthrax in your tide samples
Cyanide in your Minute Maid
They're poisoning your mind with the shit they play
Let it seep
They're poisoning the dream you drink
A lethal dose of sweet relief
These wolves have got us counting sheep (counting sheep)
Their melody is
Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge
Of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps
The cards that read
"Have Mercy
Inside of a 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
evidence stares emotionless
Contract for human assassination
Shot a man in the face
With a crossbow just to see if it
Would kill him
Using cyanide was
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