GHOSTSIDE GENOCIDE - Depth Strida

GRIPPING LIKE YOU EVER GOT TO CHOOSE

STRAP IT ROUND YOUR NECK AND WEAR IT TIGHT LIKE A NOOSE

SEE THE ROPE IS CRACKING

CYAN NOW THE TINT ON YOUR HANDS

VESSELS BRIGHTER NOW

STRAINING ON YOUR NECK JUST LIKE THE YOGA PANTS

SEE YOU REACHING

NOW YOU’RE TAPPING WITH YOUR BOOTS

FUXKED BACK TO THE START

SUCKING AT YOU OLD DRIED OUT ROOTS

CARRIED ON YOUR BACK

WHAT YOU PACKING BUT THE REST OF CAST?

SHITSHOWS ENDING FAST

YOUR BOUT TO CLOSE

YOUR BOUT TO END

YOUR BOUT TO BURY YOURSELF IN YOUR SHADE

ONLY TUNE I EVER CATCH YOU HUMMING NOW

RUSTY BREATH AND NASEAOUS SOUND

BRINK OF BUSTING OUT THE SHROUD

UNDERGROUND

HIT ME HARDER THAN SOME ANASTHETICS

I’M THAT FIRE STARTER WITH THE PYROTECHNICS

BITCH YOU BOUT TO GET IT

AND NOW YOUR BLAMING SOMEONE ELSE

I CAN’T PLAY

FACE STAINED

COPIED AND PASTED ONTO MY GRAVE

I BEEN TORTURED ALL MY LIFE

GOING THROUGH IT IN DISGUISE

WEARING MASKS JUST TO FORGET HOW PEOPLE REACT TO MY FACE

WHAT A SHAME YOU ARE TO LATE

YOU MADE TO WHAT I AM

FUCKING DISGRACE

I NEED A PLACE

CATCH THE CASE

ESCAPE THE CHASE

EMBRACE THE PHASE

OF MY MINDSTATE

I BEEN STUCK HERE IN THIS PLACE

THOUGHT OVER THOUGHT AND THEY ALL WANNA BE MY FRIENDS

COUGH AFTER COUGH I HEAR VOICES SCRATCHING AT MY FENCE

I GOT SO MUCH LEFT TO SAY BUT WALLS REFLECTING MY MISTAKES

SO I REMAIN IN SILENT LEAVE YOU BLINDED FROM THE DEVIL GENE

TAKE A LETTER TAKE A PEN AND WRITE THE MESSAGE WITH BAREHANDS

I AM FREEZING START BELIEVING NOTHING IS JUST LIKE IT SEEMS

AND I THINK ALL THAT STARTED IN MY HEAD

FUCK I NEED ALOT OF REST