Whack
Istasha
Elevate jaws
Picked apart
Never Start strong
Patches
Unpacking it all
Make a man feel
Dopamine store
Split the roof of your tongue
Back from the run press your lungs like an anvil
Temperatures seeping down
Nervous and Losing the source
Push a blank cart down the corridor
In before Spend a youth more in an orphan
Useless Sightless serpent
Torment
(His hair WHACK, his gear WHACK, his jewelry WHACK, me? I’m tight as fuck)
Dead along
They've seen you sinking down
Not leaking any ruby or repertoire
Within these sentient walls
Idle never seem so calm
Retracted deeds
Succumb the Body and waking up numb
See the soil proceed to rot your crops in boiling sun