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Cyanide

Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking fire Going down to the sea They got people to meet Shaking

want underneath the cyanide sun Underneath the cyanide sun (We will be, we will be) Underneath the cyanide sun (We will be, we will be) Underneath the cyanide

congenital flaws We're incandescent Revelations in a world of darkened forms Disciples, come join with me To save a failed humanity Follow the God of cyanide

? Empty they say Death, hear me call your name Ooh, call your name Suicide, I've already died You're just the funeral I've been waiting for Cyanide,

like the red price tags On the clothes in the closet Class-A hoe What you call it Daddy was a junkie Your mom's an alcoholic [Chorus] Your love's like cyanide

your mind, no one can you trust Leave your thoughts behind, for death you lust Feel the rush, destroy the mind Saved from hell Cyanide You've dropped

my cyanide sweet tooth suicide White light Train wreck Black lips, pale eyes Cyanide sweet tooth suicide She's a killer My, my cyanide sweet tooth suicide Black lips, pale eyes Cyanide

This scalpel makes a map across my back. Carve a short cut to your suitcase lips. There's no saving us tonight. Our pulse will flutter like a dial

Cyanide assassin is my trade Exacuting methods are my quarry's bane Toxic killing tactics stop your breath Precision dosage leaves the victim dead Cyanide