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Grit City, a Tragedy - Istasha
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Grit City, a Tragedy Istasha

Grit City, a Tragedy - Istasha
Boy get a grip
Crack the chains that carry shipments on your wrist
Keep you body folded over
Down awarded in the catacombs
Unbestowed shackle that you missed
Time to cut the chords
Now reborn
Evacuate the womb
Out the board

Caught in veils
Serviced by a plague
Next station
Got that shoelace by your grave
Preserve the pressure on your neck
Marble rock face present the colors kept in check
Livestock
Load to temple
Press the air
And fuck a lock

Serpent personified
Drunken visions are non-important
The product provided denied and slither it right into orbit
Under their bodies and floating produce
Their pockets are honored
Diamond coins
And paranoia's not in the process
Avoided
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