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[Intro]
Syringe

[Verse: Rocky Votolato]
Something's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend
As fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then
I've got a lot to lose so come and take it from me quick
Everything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick
Take these cities from me I'll build buildings up with my own bare hands
The uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
That keeps the fire burning into driving out the cold
That creeps in evеry corner crack and never lеaves you alone
Till the lonely messengers come calling you back home
The trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road
Stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had
A hundred thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line