Synplicity Lyrics - Zug Izland

[Reversed] 

Kings and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers) 

Is my mind explicit cause I hang with a sinner? 

Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar 

Nonbelievers keep walking till we finally arrive 

Black smoke around the family with the red in our eyes 

Cold chills from the death holding on to the past 

With a pistol to the temple cause your lifes movin fast 

Devastated by the anger that you need to escape 

Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your fate 

Kiss the dead, on the red moon night 

Will they cry? Well I think they just might 

Torturing! What's a frozen tear? 

This ain't Hell, but I'd rather be there 

Spider web, makes it hard to move 

Death awaits, yet I have nothing to prove 

Twiztid souls, in my mental game 

Murder comes, and goes with no kind of blame 

Power drains, as the dark becomes light 

Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight 

What will ever become, of this book that I hold 

Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity 

Rain drops fall from the dark night sky 

Bodies crawl from garbage cans and alleyways alike 

You can find me there in the shadows without a doubt 

Time for my people and me to come about 

Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and forgotten but 

It's still all good 

What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the children need a pillow 

When they go to fuckin sleep 

Your disease, quite infectious 

Once I know, your the object of my lust 

Acid rain, come on and stick out your tongue 

There's enough, for each and every single one 

Right or left, come follow me 

Pyramids, lobotomy is necessary 

Crystal ball, it's just Synplicity 

Kings and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers) 

Power drains, as the dark becomes light 

Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight 

What will ever become, of this book that I hold 

Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity 

I was running with a hatchet down the block, my leg 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 help the feeling, my head overloads pull the trigger and unload 

Power drains, as the dark becomes light 

Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight 

What will ever become, of this book that I hold 

Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity 

SYNPLICITY!