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Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets

de Istasha

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 shakels strapped, untamed
All up in the cut like it’s bad blood, buds are bad crop
Brain rot, like I got bad strain

Ghost, leave the scene
Go burrow down in debris
No control, no receipt
No buy back, drift with the leaves
In my hell, forty feet
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep, leave my face
Live in my space, I paint opaque

Ice cold, bitten like revved up pit bull
I go hidden, like a debt never payed full
Hollowed 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 buy back, drift with the leaves
In my hell, forty feet
No cover deep under sea
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 buy back, drift with the leaves
In my hell, forty feet
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep, leave my face
Live in my space, I paint opaque

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