PALEBLOOD CERAMICS lyrics

Istasha, this sh*t f*cking sucks

[Chorus: TWENTYTHREE]
See the body fall from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No side, I don't mind, so I sever the dread
Sell the soul for the low, with a death or a death wish
Lies in the morgue, never left till the end

So I lay awake, body bag buried in the dirt
Halloween [?], with a blade up in a hearse
Know I never had a second, so I stay and make it worse
Set out for the nightmare, waiting for the hearsе

When I levitate gray, I stay and dеlete pain
If I had a single second in silence I'd bleed days
Skeleton key fade, razor for deep fakes
Sever every little effort in vain, I need space

Falling forever and new face, so cold
Pull a persona without an anchor in your bones
Part of him leaking out of the seam, now what's up
Shoot for the head now stay low

[Istasha]
You gotta cope, see my list, when all that sh*t is done now
You tie the rope around your waist, I am your anchor point now
Still poking holes in my persona, call it acupuncture
I'm part of the club, no Doki Doki, twist, every level no color
Brand new [?] sleeve and you see them pale
Wishes running cold, covered up underneath the veil
Wishes running thin, like the sheets of incompetence
[?] out the sense, I need the fence around my mental, f*ck it

Turns out I don't want anything digital
Running my vision all frigid, it's [?]
Running down, cut away any residual
Breathing with the [?] I'm cutting up in that cloth

Far away pain if I could delete days
I go like signals through my veins, go all the way until I'm in catharsis

Stay spilling, need a fill of rain where the heart is
You drive the blade into the space, you put it in then park it
You draw the curtain over my lenses, I don't wanna see a thing
Go saturate the world I'm in and tone it down, go darken

[Chorus: TWENTYTHREE]
Falling forever and new face, so cold
Pull a persona without an anchor in your bones
Part of him leaking out of the seam, now what's up
Shoot for the head now stay low

See the body fall from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No side, I don't mind, so I sever the dread
Sell the soul for the low, with a death or a death wish
Lies in the morgue, never left till the end
See the body fall from the floor, heaven sent where I left it
No side, I don't mind, so I sever the dread
Sell the soul for the low, with a death or a death wish
Lies in the morgue, never left till the end