Yea, 'cause I can feel it hit me, hit me
It's like the rhythm of the synonym is drippin' in me
But I can Kill it with a capital K
Better than these pocket-fillers and their capital gains
I'll put the symbol over theirs, it's a radical paint
And I will keep my brush swinging 'til the habit will change
'Cause I can feel it hit me, hit me!
I can feel it hit me, hit me!
My prayer is a fetish for the endtimes
I'm a sinner searching for the synonym to hell
Yea, 'cause I can feel it hit me, hit me
I've got the rhythm of the synonym drippin' in me
But I can Kill it with a capital K
Syn-switch it to a sound that we've been dying to taste
I can feel it hit me, hit me!
Bring it in, come on!
My prayer is a fetish for the endtimes
I'm a sinner searching for the synonym to hell
I revel in the ready recollection
Of the non-believer buying all the books I sell
Oh, you shouldn't have
You really shouldn't have
I'm gonna show you what you hate most...
I see a symbol. Dripping on my window-sill, yea, the blood-stained paint is fresh
It's got one straight line, but the other motherf*cker is a curvy mess
And at the bottom is a dot provoking thought, it's hoping for a better plot in style
But I could never tell you, never never tell you, how it makes me feel like
Twitch Kids feel the synonym drippin' in!
Synonym drippin' in
Synonym drippin' in