Cellcast

[Intro]
Istasha, this shit fucking sucks
I'm too old to change

[Hook]
Wash over my head, waves that cut away
And know that old me I call dead
Brand new is the face, I loathe that all to me is red
Colors I can fade, I sold that
Hold my soul away, will it waste?
Like my heart's eroded

[Chorus]
I'm late, an omen, on my low, high moment
You buzz like static in my ear, I hang up that shit like a phone
You chase it off the road when the taste has gone cold
Your mind estranged to sober, watching your face erode
Coerced, what’s in my backpack
Bottom fading away, I flow like water
I'ma hit my low, no pardons
Choking like you're in the cone, swallow
Backstab, curtain closed to curb me, I'm still bugging in the riptide, turning
Fuckers avoid the pain, cut when I'm in a deep rut
Feeding off the detox, I'm swerving

[Hook]
Wash over my head, waves that cut away and-
Old me I call dead
Brand new is the face, I loathe that all to me is red
Colors I can fade, I sold that
Hold my soul away, will it waste?
Like my heart's eroded

[Verse]
Fucked up, tucked in my lip
Take it all, make a run for it, bite it like a cyanide pill
Cut, drugged up, stuck in my round, need another one
Up that number like I'm running on a kill count
All of my friends are dead 'cause they don't feel a thing
When the toxins hit, see myself in the sink
Have it run all through my teeth, just say, don't think
When they strapped to the jaw, no kink (Uh)
All of my perks are gone (Uh)
Dead like silence, sneaking around (Uh)
"Parody? Highlight?" Said I'm none
When the core going demon, I'm out, I'm done, okay

[Bridge]
All of my days, they taste the same
All in, my list is full of names
Looking for a brand new way, I delete them
Wipe that disk, I need that change
All of my days the same, no taste
Underneath deep sea, sippin' cellophane
Underneath my feet no sediment
Turning my scene deceased, like severance

[Chorus]
I'm late, an omen, on my low, high moment
You buzz like static in my ear, I hang up that shit like a phone
You chase it off the road when the taste has gone cold (Go to hell George, you fucking pig!)
Your mind estranged to sober, watching your face erode
Coerced, what’s in my backpack
Bottom fading away, I flow like water
I'ma hit my low, no pardons
Choking like you're in the cone, swallow
Backstab, curtain closed to curb me, I'm still bugging in the riptide, turning
Fuckers avoid the pain, cut when I'm in a deep rut
Feeding off the detox, I'm swerving

[Hook]
Wash over my head, waves that cut away
And know that old me I call dead
Brand new is the face, I loathe that all to me is red
Colors I can fade, I sold that
Hold my soul away, will it waste?
Like my heart's eroded