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Sister syzygy, focus on the middle body Basic chemistry, stagnant science middle child There's so much I wanna s-s-s-say But I just keep my fucking mouth shut Sister syzygy, don't you hate being Right, all the time? Overbearing straight or manic street You seem to preach like a man who lost his desk seated But I'm pretty sure that your name is still on the door Painted like the old days In a dig for what makes sense with The search party games you play on the interns this summer I'm gonna make sure your back breaks Go along to get along Go along to get along again Don't let 'em think that the devil won So raise the flag and leave the lantern on Does it make you feel big just to say? "We didn't love another" Can't you admit that you're wrong? So apologize 'Cause your bank account doesn't care if your friend dies (Take! take! take! take!) I'm sure you're just as pissed and world-weary But I don't think that means you're above any of us (Exorcise the celebrity therapist) Every line is an albatross An interruption of scripture scoffed (Let me interject) So give me the torch, and I'll stalk and talk famous With pompous throat in a empire state voice box Don't let 'em think that your devil won The fire mouths could swallow us whole I will love me so you don't have to Embrace in all my struggles I look up to the moon, and I sit and stare Wonder where you are (The paralysis I long for) Get to the fountain of youth and give thanks When it's made of oil Surround the room And call me home Just end this mess And damnation Surround the room (surround the room) And call me home (and call me home) Just end this mess (just end this mess) And damnation Wrapped around the service was the plastic wrap of progress And the sewage of the title tracks could have had a hint of subtlety Repeating lyrics, instances of loops "go on and dig it" Let the stomping of secrets talks And end this execution (Say goodbye to everyone you love) Bloodletter you're running dry (Disgusted by the way that you act) Go along To get along