Istasha
Grit City, a Tragedy
Boy get a grip
Crack the chains that carry shipments on your wrist
Keep you body folded over
Down awarded in the catacombs
Unbestowed shackle that you missed
Time to cut the chords
Now reborn
Evacuate the womb
Out the board
Caught in veils
Serviced by a plague
Next station
Got that shoelace by your grave
Preserve the pressure on your neck
Marble rock face present the colors kept in check
Livestock
Load to temple
Press the air
And fuck a lock
Serpent personified
Drunken visions are non-important
The product provided denied and slither it right into orbit
Under their bodies and floating produce
Their pockets are honored
Diamond coins
And paranoia's not in the process
Avoided
CAN'T DECIDE
Never satisfied
OPEN UP YOUR MIND
But it's occupied
CAN'T ABIDE, cyanide
RESPIRATION NOT APPLIED
Crucified
NAILED UP BY THE ROADSIDE
Highway landmark saturated
With the sign
Flip the clock
Crack the bones
And fail to walk
All the while you fall Into waters unless I write you off
Take a shot
Poison added
Doesn't matter
Hydroplaning
On line of sane and deranged
And I guess you never had it
With the sign
Flip the clock
Crack the bones
And fail to walk
All the while you fall Into waters unless I write you off
Take a shot
Poison added
Doesn't matter
Hydroplaning
On line of sane and deranged
And I guess you never had it