NASTII, Istasha - In A Sea Of Razors lyrics

String tight strapped and snapping off
Now resting eyes in azure thoughts
Assured in surface station dock
Refill insurance serviced trailing curtains

Gilled fucks stuck inside their
Refuge over nothing
Mesh will never bend pressure from
A obsession over gas

Got a bag full of bricks
Sleeve leaking all but tricks
Take another level back
As style displayed as displacement
Inside the dashcam screen a schema
Now a breed of vacant essence
Self assessment Need a task hand?
Bleeding for a second

Stomped out strong doubt
Scout wrong nets when your brought down
Crack rot stretch In the caravan
Left into wretch carry acts in gown

I can feel the fucking
Blood clotting up under my skin
I beg to let it flow

I grab the fucking razor
As I feel the rust catch on my throat

I don’t have the fucking patience
For this steel under my coat you pussy bitch
You fucking shaking when I let it blow

Penetrated by the fucking isolation
Straining on my iris
Just to focus on what I created

I don’t give a fuck
My god annihilated everything
I held in sacred naked and I’m
Wasted body bloated from asphyxiation

Let me rot let me fade
Let me get away

Let me say all of the names
Who can't speak to my face

Let me clot lemme cut
Let my razor swang

Let my cut out my regrets
They fucking drip away

I got problems
I don’t know why I can’t stop it
I ain’t mean to fucking do it but
I did it with no problem Ay

I got problems all I hear is fucking nonsense
I be screaming I be puking I
Be blacking out unconscious Ay