kø - cshells Lyrics

There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our
Go ahead and eat your paste
Taste so good, taste so great
Looks so green, looks well placed
Got the wokk coursing through my veins
Sick to my stomach, people don't pump it
Don't have your funds, things I can't express
Put your arms around me
Oh your arms could crush me
You were playing Toejam
I was watching tecs jam
Don't want to talk it feels uncomfortable
The blood is on my hands
The blood is on my hands
The tweaking off the xans, yeah
Look at you now, you're a shell
Look at you now, you're a shell
I could shatter you beneath my heel
I could shatter you beneath my heel
I could shatter you, shatter you
Why don't you
Cause shells are such pretty things
So that's how it is, hate talking to the ceiling
Hate talking to the ceiling
Hate feeling like a fragile thing pretending to be strong
I'm not blowing up over this
I'm not blowing up over shit
You emit like lights in a gilded cage
And turn it down
I'll let you know when I stay
I wait for the
I wait for the ambush
Your signals covered in tripwire
Space falls and I leave the earth
I lean against the tide
Such pretty walls
Such vile insides
I can't give up
I can't
Up
Up, up
Up, up
Up
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our
Go ahead and eat your paste
Taste so good, taste so great
Looks so green, looks well placed
Got the wokk coursing through my veins
Look at you now, you're a shell
Look at you now, you're a shell
I could shatter you beneath my heel
Because shells are such pretty things
You're a shell, you're a shell
You're a shell, you're a shell

There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our
Go ahead and eat your paste
Taste so good, taste so great
Looks so green, looks well placed
Got the wokk coursing through my veins
Sick to my stomach, people don't pump it
Don't have your funds, things I can't express
Put your arms around me
Oh your arms could crush me
You were playing Toejam
I was watching tecs jam
Don't want to talk it feels uncomfortable
The blood is on my hands
The blood is on my hands
The tweaking off the xans, yeah
Look at you now, you're a shell
Look at you now, you're a shell
I could shatter you beneath my heel
I could shatter you beneath my heel
I could shatter you, shatter you
Why don't you
Cause shells are such pretty things
So that's how it is, hate talking to the ceiling
Hate talking to the ceiling
Hate feeling like a fragile thing pretending to be strong
I'm not blowing up over this
I'm not blowing up over shit
You emit like lights in a gilded cage
And turn it down
I'll let you know when I stay
I wait for the
I wait for the ambush
Your signals covered in tripwire
Space falls and I leave the earth
I lean against the tide
Such pretty walls
Such vile insides
I can't give up
I can't
Up
Up, up
Up, up
Up
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our cost
There's no god but our
Go ahead and eat your paste
Taste so good, taste so great
Looks so green, looks well placed
Got the wokk coursing through my veins
Look at you now, you're a shell
Look at you now, you're a shell
I could shatter you beneath my heel
Because shells are such pretty things
You're a shell, you're a shell
You're a shell, you're a shell