Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets

Istasha, this shit fuckin' sucks

Under trees, I could lay, no shade

I feel like Apollo but I feel no pain

Prolly I'm a dummy, no mannequin but I cannot shift anything, on the minute I could change my name

No

Witch that could phase my brain

Back with the shackles, strapped, untamed

All up in the cut like it’s bad blood

Buds are bad crop, brain rot like I got bad strain

Huh

Ghost, leave the scene

Go burrow down in debris

No control, no receipt

No buyback, drift with the leaves

In my hell, forty feet

No cover deep undersea

Never sleep, leave my face

Live in my space, I paint opaque

Ice cold, bitten like a revved-up pit bull

I go hidden like a debt never paid for

Hollow face stay marked, no sigil

I could play my part, no vigil

Hooked up, taken by the breath like a dead bug

With the baggage, I'm a vet on the red rug

Hall of fame lay tame, residual

Sever connections, affection, forget 'em all

Ghost, leave the scene

Go burrow down in debris

No control, no receipt

No buyback, drift with the leaves

In my hell, forty feet

No cover deep undersea

Never sleep, leave my face

Live in my space, I paint opaque

Ghost, leave the scene

Go burrow down in debris

No control, no receipt

No buyback, drift with the leaves

In my hell, forty feet

No cover deep undersea

Never sleep, leave my face

Live in my space, I paint opaque