[Verse 1: Ethan Ross]
If they made a pill that would change how I feel
I would pop them all 'til the foam start to spill
Horrors in my head, manifest into the real
Shadows moving rapidly while I be laying still
Grip so tight on the still for a thrill
Temperature drop, catch chills through the [?]
Nerves going crazy, I done fucked up [?]
Tell me if I fell, would you jump, jump in with me?
[Chorus: Istasha]
Empty out my needs, I'ma die for it
Chemicals in my teeth, I'ma die for it
Benzene in my reef, I'ma die for it
Damsel in my sheets, I'ma die for her
Empty out my needs, I'ma die for it
Chemicals in my teeth, I'ma die for it
Benzene in my reef, I'ma die for it
Damsel in my sheets, I'ma die for her
[Verse 2: Istasha]
Triage me how we cropped up in the shade while I be cauterizing
Note to self; remind to coffin, I could follow bad advices
Up in [?] colors in my eyes, striked out with quantum vices
I don't pay the fee, I know the death routine mean hollow the [?]
I waste and crash, your heart feed a lost cause
The way you been handcuffed
The anchor's staying deep just like the blade you get [?]
[?] of tips to burning your temple of fame
I find new trace, every day's like this
I'm carving ways to be distracted, fuck it
If they made a pill that would change how I feel
I would pop them all 'til the foam start to spill
Horrors in my head, manifest into the real
Shadows moving rapidly while I be laying still
Grip so tight on the still for a thrill
Temperature drop, catch chills through the [?]
Nerves going crazy, I done fucked up [?]
Tell me if I fell, would you jump, jump in with me?
[Chorus: Istasha]
Empty out my needs, I'ma die for it
Chemicals in my teeth, I'ma die for it
Benzene in my reef, I'ma die for it
Damsel in my sheets, I'ma die for her
Empty out my needs, I'ma die for it
Chemicals in my teeth, I'ma die for it
Benzene in my reef, I'ma die for it
Damsel in my sheets, I'ma die for her
[Verse 2: Istasha]
Triage me how we cropped up in the shade while I be cauterizing
Note to self; remind to coffin, I could follow bad advices
Up in [?] colors in my eyes, striked out with quantum vices
I don't pay the fee, I know the death routine mean hollow the [?]
I waste and crash, your heart feed a lost cause
The way you been handcuffed
The anchor's staying deep just like the blade you get [?]
[?] of tips to burning your temple of fame
I find new trace, every day's like this
I'm carving ways to be distracted, fuck it
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