In Honor of Spooky Season lyrics

[Verse 1: Istasha]
Serrate that c*nt with your b*tch blade
Running like a semi but you radiate primadonna
Slit at 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 [?] parcels
Standing leaving nothing but a dark abyss where shapes go missing
Disconnecting f*ckboy statement [?] distance
Screams and shivers fear resisting
Never taking part in what I can't see, I speak deep roots
High dimension, crashing past I ride increase, don't please me
Far from my intentions

[Verse 2: Depth Strida]
Bodies on the porch, gone
Crash it's crimson dark slaughter
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*cking snakes
[Verse 3: Istasha]
Line 'em up like casings, fine approach just like it's Columbine
Never take another shot, no b*tches on my epitaph
Sick and I'm p*ssed, I'm chasing a bullet, no f*ck this in your way
Like I shift controls your brain and this is just a 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*cking-
All of this redundant when your preachers sending ships for starving

[Verse 4: Depth Strida]
Feel like crying, feel like dying, why the f*ck is death inspiring?
All these sentences so wrong, [?] dead, I'm f*cking strong
Well I guess I'm not the best, so I tie a knot, b*tch
Shake me from the top left, all the f*cking reason to my mind
[?] can betray to live this life, still I can't see a reason to survive it
f*ck, got this sh*t I'm out
I don't need you with your doubts, no one loves me, it's my fault
Talking about dying, you're all talking about clout