PALEBLOOD CERAMICS TWENTYTHREE (Ft. Istasha)

Istasha, this shit fucking sucks

[Chorus: TWENTYTHREE]
See the body fall from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No side, I don't mind, so I sever the dread
Sell the soul for the low, with a death or a death wish
I ain't seen the morgue, never left till the end

So I lay away, body bag buried in the dirt
Halloween [?], with a blade up in a hearse
[?] any second so I stay [?] anyway
[?] for a nightmare, waiting for a [?]

When I levitate [?], i stay and delete pain
If I had a single second in silence [?]
[?] razor fatigue [?]
Sevеr every little еvidence in vain, I need space

Falling forever and new face, so cold
Pull a persona without an anchor we [?]
Part of him leaking [?] now what's up
Shoot for the head [?]

[Istasha]
You gotta cope, see [?] when all my shit is done now
You tie the rope around your waist, I am your anchor point now
Still poking holes in my persona, call it acupuncture
I'm part of the club, no Doki Doki, twist, ever level no color