sinthetic announcement temp v7

I just got a million bands today
'Bout to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah
'Bout to spend a hundred grand today

smash

no not smash the antithesis of blushy boi

smash

How do I get through one night without you?
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be?
Oh now, I need you in my arms, need you to hold
You're my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything good in my life
Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky
There would be no love in my life
There'd be no world left for me
And I, baby, I don't know what I would do
I'd be lost if I lost you
If you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything real in my life
And tell me now
How do I live without you?
I want to know
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?
If you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything
I need you with me
Baby, 'cause you know that you're everything good in my life
And tell me now
How do I live without you?
I want to know
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?
How do I live without you, baby

We take medication to be someone else
And we take off our clothes to pay for the bills
Where downloading content will buy you a sentence
And murder is free in the Hollywood Hills
I'm living one big nightmare, the ugly truth has a model face
Making saints out of useless pop stars
Where's the intelligence?
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the free, the sick, and depraved
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
So, why the f**k are you looking at me?
Oil prices are so high we can't feed ourselves
So, we buy into fast food and occupy the will
We upload our status and beg for attention
They're all eating cake up on Capitol Hill
Still living in one big nightmare
God save the human race
Handing convicts fame in HD
Glorified ignorance
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the free, the sick, and depraved
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
So, why the f**k are you looking at me?
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the free, the sick, and depraved
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
So, why the f**k are you looking at me? Blegh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ow
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the free, the sick, and depraved
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
So, why the f**k are you looking at me?

Looking at you because-

whar

nothing

Sinthetic clothes

Beautiful

syn·thet·ic
adjective
1.
(of a substance) made by chemical synthesis, especially to imitate a natural product.
"synthetic rubber"

sin-thet-ic
adjective
1.
a human made of sexual tendencies and the intelligence to create a name for it
ie; mommy sinthetic

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