Synge

Keep playing with fire, boy, and end up singed
Lighter fluid in my palms, I'll burn this bridge
Left everything behind, alit, ey
I'll send us up with the flick of a cig

Yeah, I'm in a hole, stuck in my abysmal voids
Beneath static, lil boy, I think I'm drenched within noise
Pop my lungs, lungs, chainsmoking, burn out my voice
I give up, up, mania's never a choice

Moments latch onto retinas like screen burns from the endless nights
Trauma sticks in the background like particles beneath the light
Life's a tight fit, by looks of you, you won't get by
I feel no form of pity for those with such devolved mindsets

Keep playing with fire, boy, and end up singed
Lighter fluid in my palms, I'll burn this bridge
Left everything behind, alit, ey
I'll send us up with the flick of a cig

I retain everything I cross like surveillance tapes
Fuckhead, don't make me zoom in, memorize your face
Enhancing quality, recycling both pngs and wavs
Every megabyte that's in the drive, wiped from its banks

Keep playing with fire, boy, and end up singed
Lighter fluid in my palms, I'll burn this bridge
Left everything behind, alit, ey
I'll send us up with the flick of a cig



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Writer(s): Brett Hayes
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