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Grit City, A Tragedy
Istasha
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Boy get a grip
Crack the chains that carry shipments on your wrist
Keep your 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
CANT DECIDE
Never satisfied
OPEN UP YOUR MIND
But it's occupied
CANT 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
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