Istasha - Unnecessary Sounds From The Concrete Kiddo lyrics
[Istasha - Unnecessary Sounds From The Concrete Kiddo lyrics]
Still sick of suffering fame
Contracting loss of focus
With habit's stuck in new game plus
I wish I woke up
Make a promise in a vague state
This ain't the same face
And I've still been a passive pest
I have that patience
The drip and flooding nothings
We wish for pack of locusts
And empty by the cellphone line
Double the dosage
Your falsified approaches switch flight
At the concave
Imprinted on the backbone brain
Split up and open
Stole my phone gone
With all the lights out, is it gone?
Stole my phone gone
With all the lights out, is it gone?
Contracting loss of focus
With habit's stuck in new game plus
I wish I woke up
Make a promise in a vague state
This ain't the same face
And I've still been a passive pest
I have that patience
The drip and flooding nothings
We wish for pack of locusts
And empty by the cellphone line
Double the dosage
Your falsified approaches switch flight
At the concave
Imprinted on the backbone brain
Split up and open
Stole my phone gone
With all the lights out, is it gone?
Stole my phone gone
With all the lights out, is it gone?