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THE LIFE OF SYD

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[Intro: creaking rusted gate ambient texture, distorted guitar chug enters] [Verse 1: sung, unsettling laughter, gleeful but detached, cold breathy young teen vocal, sparse muted guitar pulse, restrained drums] Bobby is my middle name I don't feel fear, I don't feel pain Numb like they shot my veins with novocaine Carol had me on a leash, still got the collar 'round my neck Bit clean through that shit, but I never took it off Ratatatata! Arghhh! [Chorus: full black metal scream, distorted chug returns, blast beat drums, full children's choir] This is the life, this is the life of Syd Nobody's boy, nobody's kid They left me to rot Now this is my graveyard, bitch [Verse 2 opening: screamed, shredding, guitar a notch below chorus intensity] Imma-ah-ah, cha cha cha... psycho Nah — forget that, let me show you who I really am [Verse 2 pyro line: drops to cold breathy whisper, broken music box fades in, metal tone as underlayment] I'm the pyro, pyro, pyromaniac [Verse 2 continued: whispered lullaby-like talk-rap, minimal — music box and sparse sub-bass pulse only] I'm always lurking in the dark halls, creepin' behind your walls I'm the monster they made me into I'm the nightmare they unleashed I'm the damage, I'm the disease [Music box abruptly cuts out, snaps back to full scream] Come at me, come at me — Argh! [Chorus: full black metal scream, blast beat drums, full children's choir] This is the life, this is the life of Syd Nobody's boy, nobody's kid They left me to rot Now this is my graveyard, bitch [Bridge: chaotic rap-spoken, unhinged, laughter bleeding through, steady driving groove underneath] Weirdos to my left, normies to my right, ha ha ha ha ha You ask too many questions Ratatatata Psychos don't have a fuckin' purpose Jumpscare bitches just for fun Anytime you see me, you're on the run Mask on, knives up Mask on Got you in my sights Ratatatata I will eat your heart out [Whispered, flat and menacing, cutting through the chaos] Don't patronize me [Outro: chorus x2, sparse only music box and stripped down to voice, no choir, only Syd singing in a broken, haunting hush] This is the life, this is the life of Syd Nobody's boy, nobody's kid They left me to rot Now this is my graveyard, bitch This is the life, this is the life of Syd Nobody's boy, nobody's kid They left me to rot Now this is my graveyard, bitch