CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : In Honor of Spooky Season
Serrate that c**t with your [?] blade
Running like a semi but you radiate, primadonna
Slit like your wrist but you still make
Sh*t, with a [?] at you wanna get a run up
Do not wanna miss, when the hit's transmission
Depend on your reason you missing the pieces
Stuck in your prison no sh*t
I can't keep waking the [?]
Standing leaving nothing but a dark abyss where shapes go missing
Disconnecting f**kboy statement [?] distance
Screams and shivers keep resisting
Never take a part in what I can't see, I speak deep roots
Side dimension, crashing past I ride increase don't please be
Far from my intentions
Bodies on the porch, gone
Crash it's crimson dark [?]
It's my only sport I regard it as resolved
That's what you get for talking sh*t
Get a body [?] clip
Mercenaries is the best, I pop your head like it's a cyst
Strida killing demons spooky season I'm awake and you be sleeping
This dimension is out of place
It's a pit of f**king snakes
Line 'em up like cases fine approach just like it's columbine
Never take another shot no b*t*hes on my epitaph
Sick in abyss I'm chasing a bullet no f**k this in your way
Like I shift controls your brain [?] part of pain
All this time I reach empty pockets I breathe it raw and toxic
Consequential, over the spine and reeking of disembodied
Part of body solvent, missing, reaching for nautical f**king-
All of this redundant when your preachers sending ships for starving
Feel like crying, feel like dying, why the f**k is death inspiring
Hold it [?] go wrong, [?] f**king strong
Well I guess I'm not the best so I tie a knot b*t*h
Shake me from the top left, all the f**king reason to my mind
can betray to live this life, still I can't see a reason to survive it
F**k, got this sh*t I'm out
I don't need you with your doubts, [?] it's my fault
Talking about dying, you're all talking about clout
Running like a semi but you radiate, primadonna
Slit like your wrist but you still make
Sh*t, with a [?] at you wanna get a run up
Do not wanna miss, when the hit's transmission
Depend on your reason you missing the pieces
Stuck in your prison no sh*t
I can't keep waking the [?]
Standing leaving nothing but a dark abyss where shapes go missing
Disconnecting f**kboy statement [?] distance
Screams and shivers keep resisting
Never take a part in what I can't see, I speak deep roots
Side dimension, crashing past I ride increase don't please be
Far from my intentions
Bodies on the porch, gone
Crash it's crimson dark [?]
It's my only sport I regard it as resolved
That's what you get for talking sh*t
Get a body [?] clip
Mercenaries is the best, I pop your head like it's a cyst
Strida killing demons spooky season I'm awake and you be sleeping
This dimension is out of place
It's a pit of f**king snakes
Line 'em up like cases fine approach just like it's columbine
Never take another shot no b*t*hes on my epitaph
Sick in abyss I'm chasing a bullet no f**k this in your way
Like I shift controls your brain [?] part of pain
All this time I reach empty pockets I breathe it raw and toxic
Consequential, over the spine and reeking of disembodied
Part of body solvent, missing, reaching for nautical f**king-
All of this redundant when your preachers sending ships for starving
Feel like crying, feel like dying, why the f**k is death inspiring
Hold it [?] go wrong, [?] f**king strong
Well I guess I'm not the best so I tie a knot b*t*h
Shake me from the top left, all the f**king reason to my mind
can betray to live this life, still I can't see a reason to survive it
F**k, got this sh*t I'm out
I don't need you with your doubts, [?] it's my fault
Talking about dying, you're all talking about clout
