Happy Cyborg Istasha

[Verse 1]
Okay I
Boast it ornamental
Let it cover 'cause I never set up
I need a severance
Satan, cheat me
'Cause I’m fucking it up
I need a, I need a beer
Ante up my throat in solvent
I need a, I need a gear
And I run up out this sorrow
Miles in my back
I got gross sense of distance
An eye resting on my gravel
Retire as no medusa
I comply with a piss
Drenched in payed sense of bliss
Ammonia racks, attire of shit
I’m out of discipline

[Hook]
Lost thoughts, hind sight
Are my eyes in the back now?
Loss high, blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?
I just need to focus
Lost thoughts, hind sight
Are my eyes in the back now?
Loss high, blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?
I just need to focus
Lost thoughts, hind sight
Are my eyes in the back now?
Loss high, blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?
I just need to focus
Lost thoughts, hind sight
Are my eyes in the back now?
Loss high, blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?
I just need to focus