GHOSTSIDE GENOCIDE

[ VERSE 1: ISTASHA ]

GRIPPING LIKE YOU EVER GOT TO CHOOSE
STRAP IT ROUND YOUR NECK AND WEAR IT TIGHT LIKE A NOOSE

SEE THE ROPE IS CRACKING
CYAN NOW THE TINT ON YOUR HANDS
VESSELS BRIGHTER NOW
STRAINING ON YOUR NECK JUST LIKE THE YOGA PANTS

SEE YOU REACHING
NOW YOU'RE TAPPING WITH YOUR BOOTS
FUXKED BACK TO THE START
SUCKING AT YOU OLD DRIED OUT ROOTS

CARRIED ON YOUR BACK
WHAT YOU PACKING BUT THE REST OF CAST?
SHITSHOWS ENDING FAST

YOUR BOUT TO CLOSE
YOUR BOUT TO END
YOUR BOUT TO BURY YOURSELF IN YOUR SHADE

ONLY TUNE I EVER CATCH YOU HUMMING NOW
RUSTY BREATH AND NASEAOUS SOUND
BRINK OF BUSTING OUT THE SHROUD
UNDERGROUND

HIT ME HARDER THAN SOME ANASTHETICS
I'M THAT FIRE STARTER WITH THE PYROTECHNICS
BITCH YOU BOUT TO GET IT

AND NOW YOUR BLAMING SOMEONE ELSE
I CAN'T PLAY
FACE STAINED
COPIED AND PASTED ONTO MY GRAVE

[ VERSE 2: DEPTH STRIDA ]

I BEEN TORTURED ALL MY LIFE
GOING THROUGH IT IN DISGUISE
WEARING MASKS JUST TO FORGET HOW PEOPLE REACT TO MY FACE
WHAT A SHAME YOU ARE TO LATE
YOU MADE TO WHAT I AM

FUCKING DISGRACE
I NEED A PLACE
CATCH THE CASE
ESCAPE THE CHASE
EMBRACE THE PHASE
OF MY MINDSTATE
I BEEN STUCK HERE IN THIS PLACE
THOUGHT OVER THOUGHT AND THEY ALL WANNA BE MY FRIENDS
COUGH AFTER COUGH I HEAR VOICES SCRATCHING AT MY FENCE

I GOT SO MUCH LEFT TO SAY BUT WALLS REFLECTING MY MISTAKES
SO I REMAIN IN SILENT LEAVE YOU BLINDED FROM THE DEVIL GENE
TAKE A LETTER TAKE A PEN AND WRITE THE MESSAGE WITH BAREHANDS
I AM FREEZING START BELIEVING NOTHING IS JUST LIKE IT SEEMS
AND I THINK ALL THAT STARTED IN MY HEAD
FUCK I NEED ALOT OF REST