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      zack Juice Junkies
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      https://open.spotify.com/track/6zGtk544xlWZH5zzuBMpyF?si=dVHfvjzwTMq5IvNLOHlE7w

      Out in the cold, don’t worry
      No need to fear what I am
      I wanna hold you with me
      I wanna hold you with me
      (Yeah, yeah)

      Whoa, whoa, gang way
      We feed the new strain
      Secret veins seeping all into my brain
      You can see it in the eyes of the slain

      Out in the cold, don’t worry
      No need to fear what I am
      I wanna hold you with me
      I wanna hold you with me

      Call me Ingrid Cold, 'cause I’m frigid
      Four-hundred thousand years old, count the digits, uh
      Searching for my soul, 'cause it’s missing
      Blood on the wall, it’s been written
      While you walking down the road, I got Terror vision
      I might crack a broken smile with my muscle rigid
      I might rock a suit and tie with my wig fitted
      Got a message from the demigods transmitted

      Whispering goes the sound of the wing
      They would do anything to gaze upon the light that I’ve seen
      And it brings with it a skin job (aw, shit, I fucked it up)
      Skin job painted in green, and it’s obscene, know what I mean?

      Whoa, gang way
      We feed the new strain
      Secret veins seeping all into my brain
      You can see it in the eyes of the slain

      Whoa, whoa, gang way
      We feed the new strain
      Secret veins seeping all into my brain
      You can see it in the eyes of the slain

      Came to be something complete in my grief
      Broke through static catatonia, losing you set it free
      I’ve released the green disease underneath
      In truth, it was always me
      You’ll be cleaved by miniature silver beams
      I wouldn’t ever assume I come in peace
      I just came to leave, it never
      Matters if you don’t ever ache for the memory

      What do you see when you see me?
      Pleasant, a point of no return
      Herald of injury
      What do you see when you see me?
      Ever-present, incisor none the wiser
      Herald of injury
      (Nothing much more than the accessories)
      Eating narcotic leaves in defeat 'cause we can’t get relief!

      Out in the cold, don’t worry
      No need to fear what I am
      I wanna hold you with me
      I wanna hold you with me

      gurt: yo

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