The Blood Ministration Does Not Praise The Sun Istasha (Ft. Depth Strida)
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[Verse 1: Istasha]
Tired tracks
Spiral steps
Spinning mind blank
In the bank, I forget
Ephasize
Inner strain
In the back of the brain where they line it with eyes
Get a fucking sense don't need a
Banquet
Anguish
Apparently
They end up in
Basket
Of ashes
Light another post
Appear redacted
In caskets
Ain't no point pressed
Take notes out of guess
Don't trail
Need sweep
Cover
In it to deep
Turn black
White dress
All red
Blood weep
Seamless as curtain on my vision
Out of blindfolds
Stem from a certain dispositions
Not account for
Tired tracks
Spiral steps
Spinning mind blank
In the bank, I forget
Ephasize
Inner strain
In the back of the brain where they line it with eyes
Get a fucking sense don't need a
Banquet
Anguish
Apparently
They end up in
Basket
Of ashes
Light another post
Appear redacted
In caskets
Ain't no point pressed
Take notes out of guess
Don't trail
Need sweep
Cover
In it to deep
Turn black
White dress
All red
Blood weep
Seamless as curtain on my vision
Out of blindfolds
Stem from a certain dispositions
Not account for
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