Istasha - Fresh batch cooking in the oven, might forget it and leave it slightly burned lyrics

Misconceived disbelieve
Resonating out of key
Bottom of the pocket It's sodom
And you can never leave artisan resting up
Test the wheels in dirt and mud
Rusted off them shakels
Your talking inside your catacombs

Settled chalk writing it til your finger
Grinding on the rock enter the pentagram
Hack at your benefit's
Efforts? you never said anything evidence

And you choke a case
Ok Amazing Set your bitching now
Aside Inside your cage and drown in rage and
Spite you're missing out

Writhing day by day
Robbed of the walls put you out of the way
Tainted cell no way out
Ring the bell hanging from the bars
Won't maintain tainted waste in the well

Sewer fluid run in ruins agonistic resin
Chewing institute of fusing
With arrows Inside yourself intrusive
All abusive lost of meaning
Indecisive seas no seaming
Deep inside deceit
And recive a sight Insufficient what

Eyes are not perceptive keep leaking ethanol
Regressive
And Slowly dripping out the Molotov
Following on the message
But you're focus stays suppressed
At the number of additions not impressed
You're Just a fucked up lost boy
Stuck inside of forced choices