Istasha, this shit fucking sucks

[Chorus: TWENTYTHREE]
See the body fall from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No side, I don't mind, so I sever the dread
Sell the soul for the low, with a death or a death wish
I ain't seen the morgue, never left till the end

So I lay awake, body bag buried in the dirt
Halloween [?], with a blade up in a hearse
Know I never had a second, so I stay and make it worse
[?] for the nightmare, waiting for the hearse

When I lеvitate gray, I stay and deletе pain
If I had a single second in silence [?]
Skeleton key fade, razor fatigue [?]
Sever every little effort in vain, I need space

Falling forever and new face, so cold
Pull a persona without an anchor we [?]
Part of him leaking out of the seam, now what's up
Shoot for the head [?]

[Istasha]
You gotta cope, see my list, when all that shit is done now
You tie the rope around your waist, I am your anchor point now
Still poking holes in my persona, call it acupuncture
I'm part of the club, no Doki Doki, twist, every level no color
Brand new [?] sleeve and you see them pale
Wishes running cold, covered up underneath the veil
Wishes running thin, like the sheets of incompetence
[?] out the sense, I need the fence around my mental, fuck it

Turns out I don't want anything digital
Running my vision all frigid, it's [?]
Running down, cut away any residual
Breathing with the [?] I'm cutting up in that cloth

Far away pain if I could delete days
I go like signals through my veins, go all the way until I'm in catharsis

Stay spilling, need a fill of rain where the heart is
You drive the blade into the space, you put it in then park it
You draw the curtain over my lenses, I don't wanna see a thing
Go saturate the world I'm in and tone it down, go darken

[Chorus: TWENTYTHREE]
Falling forever and new face, so cold
Pull a persona without an anchor we [?]
Part of him leaking out of the seam, now what's up
Shoot for the head [?]

See the body fall from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No side, I don't mind, so I sever the dread
Sell the soul for the low, with a death or a death wish
I ain't seen the morgue, never left till the end
See the body fall from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No side, I don't mind, so I sever the dread
Sell the soul for the low, with a death or a death wish
I ain't seen the morgue, never left till the end