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Lyrics

[Intro] Syringe [Verse: Rocky Votolato] Something's gonna be changing, come the morning time, my friend As fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around 'til then I've got a lot to lose so come and take it from me quick Everything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick Take these cities from me, I'll build buildings up with my own bare hands The uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal That keeps the fire burning into driving out the cold That creeps in evеry corner crack and never lеaves you alone Till the lonely messengers come calling you back home The trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road Stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had A hundred thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line