Flite - Syrup

Syrup such a sticky treat
Sometimes black and bitter sweet

Bitter sweet or butter scotch
Why wait for the lemon drop
Eat the cream and kill the crop
In syrup
Maybe the world could contemplate
While we pile the crap upon our plate

Gushing down
On our heads
Falling down into
Our beds
Gushing down
On our heads
Soon we'll all be
Stuck like lead

It's a chewy gooey monster gloop
A Cherry bomb with the nuts on top
There's no way you're gonna stop
This mess that we call syrup

Sugar coated honey lies
On a rocky road
It's no surprise
I find it hard to open my eyes
In syrup
Can you believe the shit we ate
Who'd have known this would be our fate

Gushing down
On our heads
Falling down
Into our beds
Gushing down
On our heads
Soon we'll all be
Better dead

It's a chewy gooey monster gloop
A Cherry bomb with the nuts on top
There's no way you're gonna stop
This mess that we call syrup

Take me out of this abyss
Bring me back to dissidence
No one can claim innocence
In this mess that we call syrup
In this mess that we call syrup
In this mess that we call syrup

Written by:
Matt Myers

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