GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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We are the priests of the temple of syrinx. Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the priests of the temple of syrinx. All the gifts of life are held within our walls.


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“My body's cold, my steps are slow, a blackened mind, I'm feeling low. Taste of wine and cheap perfume telling me it's time to leave this room.”
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