In A Sea Of Razors

[Intro: Istasha]
String tight strapped and snapping off, now resting eyes in azure thoughts
Assured in surface station, station dock
Refill insurance serviced trailing curtains
Gilled fucks, stuck inside their refuge over nothing
Mesh will never bend the pressure from obsession over gas

[Verse 1: Istasha]
I 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

[Chorus: Istasha]
Stomped out
Strong doubt
Scout wrong nets when you're brought down
Crack rot stretch in the caravan, left into wretch, carry acts in a gown
Stomped out
Strong doubt
Scout wrong nets when you're brought down
Crack rot stretch in the caravan, left into wretch, carry acts in a gown

[Verse 2: Na$tii]
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
Pe-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, let me cut, let my razor swang
Let me 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, aye
I got problems, all I hear is fucking nonsense
I be screaming, I be puking, I be blacking out unconscious, aye