Cellcast

(Istasha, this shit fucking sucks) (I'm too old to change) (Wash over my head) (Waves that got away) (I know that old me I call dead) (Brand new is the face) (I loathe that all to me is red) (The colors I can fade, I sold that) (Hold my soul away, will it waste?) (Like my heart's eroded) I'm late, an omen On my low, high moment You buzz like static in my ear I hang up that shit like a phone (ehm) You- You chase it, off the road When the taste has gone cold Your mind estranged to sober Watching your face er- Coerced what's in my backpack Bottom fading away, I float like water I'mma hit my low, no pardons Choking like you in the cone, swallow Backstab, curtain closed to curb me I'm still bugging in the riptide, turning Fuckers avoid the pain Cut when I'm in the deep rut Feeding of the detox, I'm swerving Wash over my head Waves that got away, I- Old me I call dead Brand new is the face I loathe that all to me is red Colors I can fade, I sold that Hold my soul away, will it waste? Like my heart's eroded Fucked up, tucked in my lip Take it all, make a run for it Bite it like a cyanide pill, cut Drugged up, stuck in my round, need another one Up that number like I'm running on a kill count All of my friends are dead 'cause they don't feel a thing When the toxins hit, see myself in the sink Have it run all through my teeth, just say, don't think When they strapped to the jaw, no kink (uh) All of my perks are gone Dead like silence, sneaking around (uh) "Parody? Highlight?" Said I'm none When the core going demon, I'm out I'm done, okay All of my days, they taste the same All in, my list is full of names Looking for a brand new way, I delete them Wipe that disk, I need that change All of my days the same, no taste Underneath deep sea sippin' cellophane Underneath my feet no sediment Turning my scene deceased, like severance I'm late, an omen On my low, high moment You buzz like static in my ear I hang up that shit like a phone (ehm) You chase it, off the road (go to hell, George, you fucking pig!) When the taste has gone cold Your mind estranged to sober Watching your face erode off Coerced what's in my backpack Bottom fading away, I float like water I'mma hit my low, no pardons Choking like you in the cone, swallow Backstab, curtain closed to curb me I'm still bugging in the riptide, turning Fuckers avoid the pain Cut when I'm in the deep rut Feeding of the detox, I'm swerving Wash over my head Waves that got away I know that old me I call dead Brand new is the face I loathe that all to me is red Colors I can fade, I sold that Hold my soul away, will it waste? Like my heart's eroded