Marrhat Istasha

[Intro]
I'm stained with something
Tied to the wave for a while, I'm a slave for a sign
Engraved with something, I'm still grafted on
My thoughts all on the-

[Chorus]
I put my hands in a jar full of spare parts
I grip the palms of someone who doesn't even know I exist
A [?] of my head, an ocean tide
Into a dream, cross my fate
And swallow the capsule
Imma take it for you

I'm slowing it down

[Chorus]
I put my hands in a jar full of spare parts
I grip the palms of someone who doesn't even know I exi—
Please leave your message after-
A [?] of my head, an ocean tide
Into a dream, cross my fate
And swallow the capsule
Imma take it for you