BODY THE PISTOL - Femtanyl

Instructions

Lyrics at the bottom of this explanation ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For Speed/Pitch - Space for original speed - Up arrow to speed up song however you want it (by 1) - Down arrow to slow down song however you want it (by -1) - Flag to pause/stop song ................................................................................. For Volume: - Left arrow to lower volume (by -1) - Right arrow to increase volume (by 1) Enjoy listening to the song :]! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lyrics: You had apologized before, didn't you? Body the pistol, body the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol A-and then I shudder under the static It's unbecoming, it's problematic My intuition-tion, changes erratic I run for cover, cover, before I havoc, havoc I take what I want, I'm a pig, I'm a creep And I vomit while I walk as I "crap" where I eat I'm a cyst in your stomach, I'm a blood-fat leech And I hope one day I get to "sleep" in my sleep Body the pistol, body the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol I learn my lesson, lesson, I learn I like it I-I-I am a cancer, asymptomatic I keep my head down, down, masses of plastic And in my slumber-ber, I see my casket All the angels move in faster Where's my movement, where's my movement I can feel it coming, I can feel it in my sleep I grow weaker by the minute, but a minute's all I need Becoming tired of the talking 'cause the talk is "freaking" cheap Start to rattle and shake as I lay my soul to keep 'C-c-cause I know I feel it coming, I can feel it in my sleep I grow weaker by the minute, but a minute's all I need Becoming tired of the talking 'cause the talk is "freaking" cheap Start to rattle and shake as I lay my soul to keep, oh C-come and take it from me Body the pistol, body the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol Body the pistol, body the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol He fire the pistol, he fire the pistol