Down The Infinite Well

Super big thanks to @mugetsu117 for the vocals, and sorry for the spam on discord.

LYRICS:
[Mugxtsu]
You are dead to me.
I saw your cold body.
Torn in pain.
I don't know what to say about the blood. 
You are, I saw your cold body.
Torn in pain.
I don't know what to say about the blood. 

I don't think your right about fucking anything.
I don't think you can do whatever you want here.

Oh I did not do anything that deserve
getting put away from my killing spree.
You are dead to me.

[Scrub]
Dressed down 
Get your answers somewhere else 
Or with something 
Unthread all strands 

Blind 
Sight shit 
Black 
Stare at the guide 
Take out the vision 
Draw a blank on it, decide 
Phase out 
Pages declined 
Ruins at the mission 
Write a bible of my crimes 

Stay in cement 
Dry 
Run I hit the back line 
Flipping positions cardiolipin reads the scan lines 
Play in the fence 
Sirens 
Gon hit the vein right 
End of dependence
A pending end
Don't ever sound right

Obsolete (with MUGXTSU)

So I got a powerout while recording for this track and the file got corrupted and the song will never be fully finished. Enjoy this turd of a mix

Lyrics:
Stone face 
Run deep 
That's my template 
Drawback 
Shit 
Couple off 
Couple days 

Leave a weaver 
Redeliver 
Need new promises of patience
No pellet 
Developed 
On cloth In the basement 

Superseding the novelty 
Burning bridges apart from me 
Open arms in apostrophes open arms on me 
Slit inside esophagus 
Talk to me 
I'm still focusing partly On ease to be 
But the beast in me smoking pcp

Contorted faces 
My renditions are distorted
Lie down
Fuck up my all places so vivid and traceless 
Light unsorted
Hide your bounty 
Found of lines too fraudulent or loud to work 
Then Staying tied to foreign text to cover emptiness in words 

Black gown 
Night town In the black church 
Carried cross 
No weight When their backs turn 
Sit, serve 
Throats slit 
On your rag perch 
Hit first 
Float shit 
Count the bags worth

An Error Occurred, The File May Be Corrupted/Whack

Lyrics:
Caught in breakrooms 
Unofficial excavations 
Digging deep inside the mind to find the problems are fictitious 
Want a part among the victims? 
See your knees get blown to pieces 
Iwo Jima style 
No big surprise 
When pride is up, decrease it 

Fuck is in your patience I would pay to see you waste it 
Like a prostitute with no excuse but reckless evocation 
See the blisters on your conscience 
Catch you neck less and beheaded 
Part from body, spilling nonsense 
Automated off of credit

Running out of steam I'll see you drowning with the fishes 
No supply 
No pressure 
Waste of power Where's the bitches? 
Train your pride to find some fuel to ride tracks and hide your hypocritic eyes Up on your plate 
And dine alright for preaching bugs and crickets 

Sit your ass down Full like: "I get the bag" 
Ain't depressed still run that shit "I get the bag" 
See a freshman lie 
Never ever hit the back 
With your practice, act like trash 

DEPTH STRIDA:
writing about stuff i hate?
ay thats no fucking problem
first thing is that his dad should have used a fucking condom

shit is getting personal
your stuff unaccessible
cause earrape is arrestable
ay strida and istasha
dirty flow like gutter
when you flow u stutter
you a  motherfucker

fuck
come
test me bitch
show me all your stupid hits
i
dont
care bout clicks
i see that you beg for it

trapmetal is a fucking bliss
just influenced by stupid kids
that beefing over stupid shit
like which screams more distorted is
get your fucking shit together
show the scene that you're mature
no one of us will be ever
famous like your favorite rapper

White Noise (w. DEPTH STRIDA)

Lyrics:
Let you talk enough to cover slips 
I slip right out of walking with a piece of rubber string upon your belly button Then you part from all the possible apostle feels and bring a fucker back to feed on arson dust and gravel meals 
Temperature entry 
Flood my gills with orphan waters 
Tempting eventually to cut these strings that I've been stuck in 

See shapes like 
Botox 
Detox 
Stillborn 
Birth rock 
Talking with a black box

Treat Me Like A Misconception (prod. propanesmoker)

Lyrics:
Stain code 
Wear a mask in the bathtub 
Body bruised
Lose hemoglobin when you act up 
Tape, rope 
Give a fuck of what you use now
I should have a plan But all my plans are overused

De-chrome 
Clear a task out in monocolor 
Idle 
Stay in white 
Pitch black while it's undercover 
Reach home 
Speed to leech in on the compounds 
Audible broke 
Down feeding off he ground

See you studder out the lock and end up bent down 
10-9 In case you wanna talk again I'll shut her off
Out of body 
All control Is left the up in pent
Blocked
Read it on the cough 
And Walk receding that's enough

Shutting Your Signal

Lyrics:
Got two in the trunk 
Been at the pharmacy 
Parts are filling out with the junk 
A gift of urgency 
Proceed to swallow it all 
An act of courtesy 
Agonist The battle: forgot 
To see the lines and assign 
The color shift 
Describe the blind the vision: animal 
Ive seen the iris aspire to flee the actual 

Bad attach Shake and No prac 
The state Anaphylactic 
Stop 
Drop 
Roll 
Drip 
All Battery acid 
Carried off wearing pitch black plastic
Sigh to ringing of the pastor chord 
Sonic disaster 
And eyes are past the vast 
Supplied to puncture auras more 
Go two two feet ready Out he backdoor 

Fuck that bitch 
Aint no faint cuck 
Drive that ditch 
Till the sign stuck 
Sleeping on needles 
So be it 
Tenuous being 
Opiate Affinite 
Definite be it bad luck 

Helix left of the black stone 
Leave it dead in a red tone 
Picking up pieces 
So vicious 
Leaking deciet and diseases 
Leaving it reeking until the body's gone

Idle trace 
Lend my charge out 
Stained in grey 
Shift the background

An Error Occurred, The File May Be Corrupted/Whack

Istasha The Scrub