SYRINGE

Brainwashed and comatose
You tie me to the bed
Pretend that I'm dead
'Silence, little guinea pig!'
Violence snap me like a twig
With your magic on the fringe
and your filthy ol' syringe

Streets that I used to know
Abandoned
Loveless
Lonesome
Limbo

No escape from the storm up ahead
Suffocate in my quicksand of dread
Perpetually hunger to hold you close
I creep around the town like a lonely ghost
'Can't you stay...' I said, 'and put your hand on my head?'

No escape from the storm up ahead
Suffocate in my quicksand of dread
Perpetually hunger to hold you close
I creep around the town like a lonely ghost
'Can't you stay...' I said, 'and put your hand on my head?'

Said I'd be sensational
Did you mean a vegetable?
You were both so terrible
Truly diabolical

Said I'd be sensational
Did you mean a vegetable?
You were both so terrible
Truly diabolical
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