Istasha - Following The Breadcrumb Trail By Proxy lyrics

Broke crooked conduct

Taurus like Crete spending days in a maze
What the fuck

Slated no grave
To rob drop dead
In cassette tape to block
Useless and erratic
On battle scenes of amphetamines heresy
Eyes to get it then got it
Don't seem to care no
Patent deep in arteries
All is lost in reality
Fuck with a piece synthetic embedded in DNA

All the while batches unlock
In the baggage a mold of an habit
Receipted organic like tattered trails
They damped and push backwards
When stepped in soil imprinted
Veins so dry it's numerical
The numbers write kanji on the
Back of the chemicals, the backbone

Follow the trail sent to maim
White blanket in paint
Taste the stains integrated attained

Old patters to waste
Re use the state
Of another prenatal ladder or
Surface delayed and scatter off

Null track split the brakes
Don't etch it off away deprive the fibers
Surround us like lines of virus tired

All round
Read the frame and I catch you hesitate
Deflated fine
And decrease in evasion late arrival

All star dust boy
Pick it off the cupboard pound away
At the trails dripping at the beak boy