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letra de cellcast - istasha

[intro]

i’m too old to change

[hook]
wash over my head, waves that cut away and know that owe me like a debt [?] alter me is red to colors i can fade, i zone out
haul my soul away with the waste, like my heart’s eroded

[chorus]
i’m late, an omen, i’m below, a moment
we bust like static in my ear, i hang up that sh-t like a phone
you chase it after all when the text, has gone cold
your mind estranged and sober, watching your face erode
call rehe-rs-, what’s in my back, the bottom, faded away, i flow like water
round my head, my load no pardon, choking like you’re in the [?]
[?] the curtain close so cut me, i’m still [?] in a riptide, turning
focus of all the pain [?] do profit, never detox, i’m swerving
[hook]
wash over my head, waves that cut away and- owe me like a debt
[?] alter me is red to colors i can fade, i zone out
haul my soul away with the waste, like my heart’s eroded

[verse]
f-cked up duct, in my lap, take it all
make it [?] like a cyanide pill
cut dropped, i’m stuck, in my round, need another one
up that know me like i’m running on a k!ll count
all of my friends are dead cause i don’t feel a thing
when the toxin says to myself in the sink
got it running through my t–th, just stay, don’t think
when they strapped at the jaw, no kink (uh)
all of my percs are gone (uh)
dead like silence, sneaking around (uh)
already high, i said i’m numb
when the core going demon, i’m out, i’m done, okay

[bridge]
all of my days, they taste the same, all of my list is full of names
looking for a brand new way to delete and wipe that disk, i need that change
all of my days the same, no taste
i don’t need deep seas, seep in cellophane
underneath my feet no sediment
turn in my sleep, deceased like severance
[chorus]
i’m late, an omen, i’m below, a moment
we bust like static in my ear, i hang up that sh-t like a phone
you chase it after all when the text, has gone cold
your mind estranged and sober, watching your face erode
call rehe-rs-, what’s in my back, the bottom, faded away, i flow like water
round my head, my load no pardon, choking like you’re in the [?]
[?] the curtain close so cut me, i’m still [?] in a riptide, turning
focus of all the pain [?] do profit, never detox, i’m swerving

[hook]
wash over my head, waves that cut away and- owe me like a debt
[?] alter me is red to colors i can fade, i zone out
haul my soul away with the waste, like my heart’s eroded

- istasha

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