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Artist:	Q Strange
Song Title:	Sinphony of Sick
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[Verse 1]

Makin' precision incisions, with it this talent I'm givin'

Didn't know how to keep livin' so I just started the killin'

Sick in the head when I'm sinnin' ILLin infectin' I'm stickin'

My knife in you and I'm grinnin' sittin' and thinkin' of quitin'

But I continue my mission listen to voices here within

Sayin' its just the beginning don't know what's really pretendin'

It's hard to decide when the mind is divided and hided

From the reality battling the evilness inside of me

My mind is it dieing, I'm crying I'm trying not to lose it

Confusing abusing I'm bruising your skull until its oozing

I'm choosin' my weapon I'm gettin' I'm settin'

I'm lettin' aggression set into my nerve endings

Awww, can't take the pain no more

Stain the floor with blood guts and crazy gore

Waiting for the day god repays me for

All the sinful things I did that he hates me for (Uh)

[Verse 2]

This disease has me blinded and I can't see the light

Live in darkness while my sanity continues to fight

With little bit I have left I use it to blend

With this fucked up society that lied to me again

I have a hatred for the world I cant describe

I've strive to stay alive but it's hard to survive

Darken my eyes, from all the insomnia I suffer

Cant sleep for weeks and it keeps gettin' tougher

The more I don't rest the more I'm gettin' depressed

And obsessed with the sight of another persons death

I regret what I did when it's just too late

I even ate human steaks and eyeballs like grapes

It's a big mistake, but the mind knows know boundaries

It's been years and still the police never found me

Astounding with technology and forensics

And experts and people who have these sixth senses

I guess its depression that I have Gods blessing

If he wanted me to stop I would've seen some detectives

Decrepit, Decayed, Morbid my brain

It's all them things and it's rotting away

And starting today, I'm gonna try and stop all the killing

Aw, whom I kiddin'? It's only the beginning

I like to cut em open and see what makes them tick

And rhyme about it like this cuz it makes you sick

[Verse 3]

My sinphony, conjures up images of misery

Picture thee crime scene photos of the grisly

Ax I portray on a day to day

I came to say, I won't stop till this pains away

My brains decay, and eating at my thoughts I can feel it

There's a rat inside my head nawing at my spirit

I can hear it, chewing on my cerebral cortex

Crawling its way tryin' to escape outta my forehead

Your all dead, zombies try to walk among the living

As I'm sitting there's a choir in my mind and it's singing

An orchestra of madness, sinphony of sickness

Philharmonic illness, Nirvana when I feel this

Melodic and I feel bliss, Schizophrenic realness

I'm unstoppable horrible and I'm fearless

My lyrics are a cry for help cant you hear this

I'm a danger to society and I'm careless

A tickin' time bomb just waitin' to detonate

So get it straight, I don't rap about my jewelry and escalade

I'm swept away by the evil that some how got into me

Years from now you'll see its prophetic in my sinphony

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Don't know what got into me

I just show how it could be

Why am I so sick, you see

In the meanest Sinphony

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