Thanks @Depthstrida for the feature
and very thank to @prxpvne for the art

Tell Me I Look Like A Bum One More Time Bro I Swear To God

Superfluous since the first day
Hear the carol of the needle cannot wait
Leech an odyssey of ashtrays
Put a saddle on your back I need a break 

One percent to black 
And then you back into the set 
Hear a snapping the second it conjugated 
Lean the fuck in to your high space 
Faded? okay 
Armed up bandit pull your sleeves and trek in missions 
Need a band to make a renegade of vessels set to mitigate 
See the preacher needs some ayahuasca 
Knocking at your bible Book of psalms, a gaol 
Break open a batch up for your recital 
Wear a tie 
Choke and blackout till your 20/20

Doubted sin 
Disease 
Admission; Snort Cocaine for Jesus 
Zip 
Contagious 
Stay affected like an Alcoholics fetus
At the Everglades and knees deep
Rattle brain into a seizure 
What you want?
Take your bitching 
get baptized until your gone

Snort Cocaine For Jesus [Prod. Istasha]

Amazing cover art by @prxpvne
With @depthstrida

Lyrics
[Idiot]
Deep into cracks
Locked up 
Tucked in my laptop 
Breathing is though
Fucked up 
But never stop 

Pack it for my discipline 
Never find it 
I'm missing it 
Leaking into the pond
That the monocytes all are fishing in 

Save it from the draught
Run it down the drain 

Concave placement and crafting it using acid rain 

Cryogenic stains on your bitch
Need to try again 
Never put your wave in a wish
At the vile ends

[Hook]
Blade lines
White Strained eyes
Upgrading in veins
Delayed,
And break time

With the 
Paid smile 
Back into your crypt
Act a master for a while
While reality is script

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Four walls one room 
naked walls we live in doom 
find a way through all this bloom 
This is what we got into 

Test subjects the world suspect so tell me what  you gonna do I feel like I’m in a zoo I am just a fucking tool
Connected through the deep web we store the drugs right where we sleep at 
Mercenaries share a secret bout the catacombs of the depths

Depth strida istasha we gin teach you how   To suffer 
Way too long I been this fucked up my head is my own disaster

Autoinduced Attrition w/ DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics
Elevate jaws 
Picked apart 
Never Start strong 
Patches 
Unpacking it all 
Make a man feel 
Dopamine store 
Split the roof of your tongue 
Back from the run press your lungs like an anvil 

Temperatures seeping down 
Nervous and Losing the source
Push a blank cart down the corridor
In before Spend a youth more in an orphan 
Useless Sightless serpent 
Torment

Dead along 
They've seen you sinking down 
Not leaking any ruby or repertoire 
Within these sentient walls 
Idle never seem so calm 
Retracted deeds 
Succumb the Body and waking up numb
See the soil proceed to rot your crops in boiling sun

Whack [Prod.Istasha]

Write it up 
Test 
Stop 
Taken out the tube top 
Picking up slack with the pack in the nuke shop 
Bet that I'll be practicing on pawns until I had enough 
No ads 
Idle indepented till they mention then I'll mannequin em 
Like penicillin I cannot pretend I made it 
You go fishing after carp when I go pitching Guinness 
Hit the bucket in the dark And they gon print an image 

Tied to the wire Identity crisis 
No sense of surprise 
Kneeling erratic
Erupting all visions are overrun 
Running on splinters to speak with your eyes 
Fuck 
Taking a bite
Enter the prize 
The more that you miss 

All my issues with the mission not the process I picture 
Resin emission 
Excited No higher states in this system 
Dont think about pact 
Not the message 
Shit don't refract from the surface 
Excessive acts 
Take a sedative 
When theyre smashing your cervix 

All of the fuckers habitual 
Living design 
All the signs that you've given up 
Tears in the flesh end up tares in their visuals 
Only in groups individual

Fake stains turn to stakes
Feign mind stay insane
Out break and alone still the same

Turn to polymer up 
Said you were not around 
Disintegrated and a fucked
Look like another one

Rusty Cogs Broken Levers and More [Prod.istasha]

Lyrics:
Misconceived
Disbelieve
Resonating out of key
Bottom of the pocket It's sodom and you can never leave 
Artisan resting up 
Test the wheels in dirt and mud 
Rusted off them shakels
Your talking inside your catacombs 

Settled chalk
Writing it til your finger grinding on the rock 
Enter the pentagram 
Hack at your benefits 
Efforts? you never said anything; evidence 

And you choke a case
Ok Amazing Set your bitching now aside Inside your cage
And drown in rage and spite you're missing out 

Writhing
Day by day 
Robbed of the walls 
Put you out of the way 
Tainted cell 
No way out 
Ring the bell 
Hanging from the bars 
Won't maintain 
Tainted waste in the well 

Sewer fluid run in ruins 
Agonistic resin 
Chewing 
Institute of fusing 
With arrows Inside yourself intrusive 
All abusive 
Lost of meaning 
Indecisive seas 
No seaming 
Deep inside deceit 
And recive a sight Insufficient 

Eyes are not perceptive 
Keep leaking ethanol 
Regressive 
And Slowly dripping out the Molotov 
Following on the message
But you're focus stays suppressed 
At the number of additions 
Not impressed 
You're Just a fucked up lost boy 
Stuck inside of forced choices

Fresh batch cooking in the oven, might forget it and leave it slightly burned [Prod. Istasha]

Istasha The Scrub