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Sid Vicious Lives in My Syringe
by Fith.
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You are
So sacred
What little soul I have, please take it all my love
I am
So tainted
You'll never leave my side, this needle isn't God
You are
So needless
I keep you in my skin, you leave me out of breath
I am
Egregious
I cannot face my sins, my only hope is death
Vultures in back alleys
Performing alchemy
With vials full of gold
An angel shed its wings
It gave us everything
Crushed veins and tattered souls
You are
So putrid
I'm scratching all the scabs off scars that never heal
I am
So useless
Ill give to you my veins, I need not ever feel
We are the core of a synthetic driven generation that feels nothing
We are the spawn of a toxic totalitarian society that thrives on greed
We are the bi-product of a self-righteous, fascist construct
We are the embodiment of the suffering you won't acknowledge
So may I ask; Do you feel?
Fascist frauds
(We the people)
IV Gods
(We depleted)
We can't see
(We the people)
We deceive
(We the fiends)
I spat at the sceptics
My blood ran synthetic
I fell to sedation
Can't you see?
It's the hell I lied for
It's the pill that I died for
It's the plight of a tyrant
Breathe
And I see
The ancients have gone mad
The clergy of vials
The Prophets of the damned
Angels in back alleys
Observing alchemy
With vials full of gold
An angel shed it's wings
It promised everything
Brothers with hearts of coal
Vultures in back alleys
Performing alchemy
With vials full of gold
An angel shed its wings
It gave us everything
Crushed veins and tattered souls
You are
So sacred
What little soul I have, please take it all my love
I am
So tainted
You'll never leave my side, this needle isn't God
You are
So needless
I keep you in my skin, you leave me out of breath
I am
Egregious
I cannot face my sins, my only hope is death
Vultures in back alleys
Performing alchemy
With vials full of gold
An angel shed its wings
It gave us everything
Crushed veins and tattered souls
You are
So putrid
I'm scratching all the scabs off scars that never heal
I am
So useless
Ill give to you my veins, I need not ever feel
We are the core of a synthetic driven generation that feels nothing
We are the spawn of a toxic totalitarian society that thrives on greed
We are the bi-product of a self-righteous, fascist construct
We are the embodiment of the suffering you won't acknowledge
So may I ask; Do you feel?
Fascist frauds
(We the people)
IV Gods
(We depleted)
We can't see
(We the people)
We deceive
(We the fiends)
I spat at the sceptics
My blood ran synthetic
I fell to sedation
Can't you see?
It's the hell I lied for
It's the pill that I died for
It's the plight of a tyrant
Breathe
And I see
The ancients have gone mad
The clergy of vials
The Prophets of the damned
Angels in back alleys
Observing alchemy
With vials full of gold
An angel shed it's wings
It promised everything
Brothers with hearts of coal
Vultures in back alleys
Performing alchemy
With vials full of gold
An angel shed its wings
It gave us everything
Crushed veins and tattered souls
