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Allotrope
Istasha
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Spiral down, got oil, no grease
Slide from the flesh to the soil on my feet
Ch-Chiral steps, in sync like sheep
When I die, I reflect on the gods that I leave
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Process all like an allotrope
Something like I sever all technicals in my cold heart pumping
Toe tag jerking at the morgue, getting fits
In my suit that's a color right out of space, go coveted
Chain wet, drenched and the boots gon drag in
Formless steps, stay smooth, no lagging
Trace them neck to the woods then swing on the brainlet branch
'Til the roots gon' crash in
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Fold your being like a brain, go crease
Thesis clipped in the maintenances
Effortless and I got no drip
'Cause it ain't no swimming, no case, no fleas
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I do, I don't, I do, I don't care 'bout the skin, so I shed some
I don't, I do, I don't, I do, anchor my limbs so that I cannot go
I do, I don't, I do, I don't care 'bout the skin, so I shed some
I don't, I do, I don't, I do, anchor my limbs so that I cannot go
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Pushing my mechanics, crucified in soil so I stay one with the planet
Baptize me in oil, avoid the drip, no towel
I'm still locked in, hopping right out of my coffin
Hungry, resurrected
A new comment, I'm speaking tongues, I defected, atomic
My throat corroded, dissected, I've cut it
ย
I do, I don't, I do, I don't care 'bout the skin, so I shed some
I don't, I do, I don't, I do, anchor my limbs so that I cannot go
I do, I don't, I do, I don't care 'bout the skin, so I shed some
I don't, I do, I don't, I do, anchor my limbs so that I cannot go
ย
Spiral down, got oil, no grease
Slide from the flesh to the soil on my feet
Ch-Ch-Chiral steps, in sync like sheep
When I die, I reflect on the gods that I leave
ย
Process all like an allotrope
Something like I sever all technicals in my cold hard, bumping
Toe tag jerking at the morgue, getting fits
In my suit that's a color right out of space, go coveted
Pushing my mechanics, crucified in soil so I stay one with the planet
Baptize me in oil, avoid the drip, no towel
I'm still locked in, hopping right out of my coffin
Hungry, resurrected
A new comment, I'm speaking tongues, I defected, atomic
My throat corroded, dissected, I've cut it
ย
I do, I don't, I do, I don't care 'bout the skin, so I shed some
I don't, I do, I don't, I do, anchor my limbs so that I cannot go
I do, I don't, I do, I don't care 'bout the skin, so I shed some
I don't, I do, I don't, I do, anchor my limbs so that I cannot go
ย