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PALEBLOOD CERAMICS

👤 Twentythree; Istasha 🎼 PALEBLOOD CERAMICS ⏱️ 2:27
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⏱️ 2:27 duration
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Istasha, this shit fucking sucks

See the body fall, from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No sight, out of mind, so I sever the dread
Sell a soul for the low, with a debt for a death wish
Lights in the morgue never led to the end

So I lay awake, body bag, buried in the dirt
Halloweentown born, with a blade up in a hearse
Nah, never had a second, so I stay and make it worse
Headed for the nightmare, waiting for the hurt

When I levitate, grеy, I stay and delete pain
If I had a singlе second of silence in bleak days
Skeleton key fate, a razor for deep fake
Sever every little evident veil, I need space

Falling forever, a new face so cold
Hole in persona without an anchor in your boat
All of it leaking out of the seam, now it’s old
Shoot for the head and I stay low

You got cope
See my list when all that shit is done now
You tie the rope around your wrist
I am your anchor point now
Still poking holes in my persona call it acupuncture
Apart of the club no doki doki, 27 living no colour
When their bodies hit
Fragments leave you, see them pale
We’re just running cold
Covered up underneath the veil
Wishes running thin like they’re sheets Of Incompetence
Turning on another sense, I need that fence around my mental
Fuck it

Turn it down I don’t want
Anything digital run in my vision
I’m fidgeting, stop
Burn it down, cut away
Any residual, riddled with digits
I caught it up in the clog
Faraway Pain
If I could delete days
I’d go like signals through my veins
Go all the way until I’m in catharsis

Steady spilling need a filling
Ready where the heart is
You drive the blade into the space you
Put it in and park it
You draw the curtain over my lenses
I don’t wanna see a thing
Go saturate the world I’m in
I tone it down go Darken

Falling forever, a new face so cold
Hole in persona without an anchor in your boat
All of it leaking out of the seam, now it’s old
Shoot for the head and I stay low

See the body fall, from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No sight, out of mind, so I sever the dread
Sell a soul for the low, with a debt for a death wish
Lights in the morgue never led to the end

See the body fall, from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No sight, out of mind, so I sever the dread
Sell a soul for the low, with a debt for a death wish
Lights in the morgue never led to the end

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