Istasha - NEO TITANIC lyrics
[Istasha - NEO TITANIC lyrics]
Freezing cold I’m missing my links
I’m retrieving piss
I got no ballast and my shuttle will sink
And good grief I’m overboard
Resign in peace the picture
Or metaphor
Ease the bleeding round the center
Up the back into tissue
Oh won’t you cut the chord
Guess I got to breathe in process
And pull apart the product contact read up
Missing
But shit was just leaving commas on em
Numbers in abundance imprinted upon my iris
Parted blast it full to blacken my vision
In plaster wrapped a prison
Frost on my backbone so cold
Leave my eyes In a black hole one blink
No track and I’m back home
Throw up on the sink in a wormhole
Fuck stay back crawl space strike mud
Dig no tracks
No chance blackjack
Void hands
I got it enough damn
Weak and Bust down the plan
Run a stake on my engine
And now My shipments going down
Combust like a can in pressure
Sown both hands not a grip
Lose wrist no water support the pounds
Disc out blindfold
Rolled back leave em dry
But that shit's old brain fried
Caught a plaque from the Misfold
Retract all finds that reflect back
Blind from the crystals
I just caught a packet
Resuming to slow me down
The silent Water filling jacket
Assuming it’s overtime and bout that
Tied a stone to my mind let it set to bottom
Tidal lone and grip rust eroded and lost
It's like I'm breathing, no control
Wish I had something right on my axis
Nothing
It's like I'm breathing, no control
Something right on my axis, nothing
It's like I'm breathing, no control
Wish I had something right on my axis
Nothing
It's like I'm breathing, no control
Something right on my axis, nothing
I’m retrieving piss
I got no ballast and my shuttle will sink
And good grief I’m overboard
Resign in peace the picture
Or metaphor
Ease the bleeding round the center
Up the back into tissue
Oh won’t you cut the chord
Guess I got to breathe in process
And pull apart the product contact read up
Missing
But shit was just leaving commas on em
Numbers in abundance imprinted upon my iris
Parted blast it full to blacken my vision
In plaster wrapped a prison
Frost on my backbone so cold
Leave my eyes In a black hole one blink
No track and I’m back home
Throw up on the sink in a wormhole
Fuck stay back crawl space strike mud
Dig no tracks
No chance blackjack
Void hands
I got it enough damn
Weak and Bust down the plan
Run a stake on my engine
And now My shipments going down
Combust like a can in pressure
Sown both hands not a grip
Lose wrist no water support the pounds
Disc out blindfold
Rolled back leave em dry
But that shit's old brain fried
Caught a plaque from the Misfold
Retract all finds that reflect back
Blind from the crystals
I just caught a packet
Resuming to slow me down
The silent Water filling jacket
Assuming it’s overtime and bout that
Tied a stone to my mind let it set to bottom
Tidal lone and grip rust eroded and lost
It's like I'm breathing, no control
Wish I had something right on my axis
Nothing
It's like I'm breathing, no control
Something right on my axis, nothing
It's like I'm breathing, no control
Wish I had something right on my axis
Nothing
It's like I'm breathing, no control
Something right on my axis, nothing