The line blurs out of focus now. My senses count on falling in again. I feel it taking over me. The day falls dark there's no light in the end. The old symphatic stale routine makes the faces mold then start to look the same. All the same.

Why hate someone when i've got you?
Stay still and shut the fuck up till i'm through.
It's my turn to play you my tune.

They trick you with money and makeup eyes. They decieve you and feed on what your money buys. They shove down the visual imagery. Your life, nature and i will stay the same. Diseased.

Why hate someone when i've got you?
Stay still and shut the fuck up till i'm through.
It's my turn to play you my tune.
It's my fuckin' turn.

You think, you can, make me.
like you, why? No.

Do you think you could show me? Could i be as cool as you? Do you think you could teach me, to look as sad as you? It finds you. It chokes you. It eats you, till it sucks you in again. And again. And again. And again.

Why hate someone when i've got you?
Stay still and shut the fuck up till i'm through.
It's my turn to play you my tune.
Why hate someone when i've got you?
Stay still and shut the fuck up till i'm through.
It's my turn to force feed you.
It's my fuckin' turn.

You think, you can, make me,
like you, why? No.


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Syphon song meanings
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