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