PLATE (feat. G4te)

Inhalation of a ghost Pain and pleasure fills my lungs And all these guns are pointed in my fucking mouth Where'd the bullets go? I washed them down with your requited love So hold my hand don't die alone Can't think straight it's these fucking ghosts This goddamn fucking home No Look at your Look down at your Look at your plate You say it tastes great I'll gladly debate My visions splitting now I'm fucking seeing two of you What the f*ck did it do? It poisoned the food It must've happened when I wasn't in the fucking room Our faces turning blue It's like we swallowed glue Swallowed glue My visions splitting now I'm fucking seeing two of you Two What the f*ck did it do? Of It poisoned the food You It must've happened when I wasn't in the fucking room Swallowed glue Look down at your You say it tastes great I'll gladly debate