Lyrics Following the Breadcrumb Trail by Proxy - Istasha

Broke
Crooked conduct
Taurus like Crete
Spending days in a maze
What the fuck

Slated
No grave to rob
Drop dead in cassette
Tape to block

Useless and erratic
On battle scenes of amphetamines
Heresy
Eyes to get it
Then got it
Don't seem to care
Patent deep in arteries
All is lost in reality
Fuck with a piece synthetic embedded in DNA

All the while batches unlock in the baggage
A mold of an habit
Receipted organic
Like tattered trails
They damped and push backwards
When stepped in soil
Imprinted
Veins so dry
It's numerical
The numbers write kanji on the back of the chemicals, the backbone

Broke (broke)
Crooked conduct

Taurus like Crete
Spending days in a maze
What the fuck (fuq)

Slated
No grave to rob
Drop dead in cassette
Tape to block (What?)

Broke (broke)
Crooked conduct

Taurus like Crete
Spending days in a maze
What the fuck (fuq)

Slated
No grave to rob
Drop dead in cassette
Tape to block (What?)
Follow the trail
Sent to maim
White blanket in paint
Taste the stains integrated
Attained

Old patters
To waste
Re use the state
Of another prenatal ladder or
Surface delayed and scatter off

Null
Track split the brakes
Don't etch it off away
Deprive the fibers
Surround us like lines of virus

Tired all round
Read the frame
And I catch you hesitate
Deflated
Fine
And decrease in evasion
Late arrival

All star
Dust boy
Pick it off the cupboard
Pound away
At the trails
Dripping at the beak boy

All star
Dust boy
Pick it off the cupboard
Pound away
At the trails
Dripping at the beak boy

Broke (broke)
Crooked conduct

Taurus like Crete
Spending days in a maze
What the fuck (fuq)

Slated
No grave to rob
Drop dead in cassette
Tape to block (What?)

Broke (broke)
Crooked conduct

Taurus like Crete
Spending days in a maze
What the fuck (fuq)

Slated
No grave to rob
Drop dead in cassette
Tape to block (What?)