White Noise Istasha (Ft. Depth Strida)

[Verse 1: Istasha]
Caught in breakrooms
Unofficial excavations
Digging deep inside the mind to find the problems are fictitious
Want a part among the victims?
See your knees get blown to pieces
Iwo Jima style, no big surprise
When pride is up, decrease it
Fuck is in your patience, I would pay to see you waste it
Like a prostitute with no excuse
But reckless evocation
See the blisters on your conscience
Catch you neck-less and beheaded
Part from body, spilling nonsense
Automated off of credit
Running out of steam
I'll see you drowning with the fishes
No supply, no pressure
Waste of power , where's the bitches?
Train your pride to find some fuel
To ride tracks and hide your hypocritic eyes up on your plate
And dine alright for preaching bugs and crickets
Sit your ass down full like, "I get the bag"
Ain't depressed still run that shit, "I get the bag"
See a freshman lie
Never ever hit the back
With your practice
Act like trash