[IX Fall$]:
When do we die?
When will I rise?
Go crush my bones
And turn them all into ash
Dead or alive?
Legally blind
I cannot unsee the crash
Better be quick
Or else ima trip
In a pit and I picking the problems
Of permanent damage
Where is my bandage?
Covering cuts before I hit the bottom

8-bit
Pixelated memories
Are fading away
Hate shit
Good to be gone
I cast the demons to play
Fake tits
Suction cup my entities
To hide all the craze
Same shit
Pray to be hung
Create colossal rays