Istasha - Grit City, a Tragedy lyrics

Boy get a grip crack the chains that carry
Shipments on your wrist
Keep you body folded over
Awarded down in the catacombs
Unbestowed shackle that you missed
Time to Cut the chords now reborn
Evacuate the Womb out the board

Caught in veils serviced by a plague
Next station got that Shoelace by your grave
Preserve the pressure on your neck
Marble rock face present the
Colors kept in check livestock
Load to temple press the air
And fuck a lock

Serpent personified
Drunken visions are non important
The product Provided denied and slither
It right into orbit
Under their bodies and floating produce
Their pockets are honored diamond coins
And paranoia's not in the process avoided

CANT DECIDE never satisfied
Open up your mind but it's occupied
CANT ABIDE Cyanide respiration not applied
Crucified nailed up by the roadside
Highway Landmark Saturated

With the sign flip the clock
Crack the bones and fail to walk
All the while you fall Into waters
Unless I write you off take a shot
Poison added doesn't matter
Hydroplaning on line of sane and deranged
And I guess you never had it