Sadistik - No New Friends (Live Session)

Produced by POOTY Mastered by MJC at FBR Mastering Shot & Edited by Jason Christopher-Mayer Lyrics: Little square tab turned blues light violet I don’t sell drugs just buy them, summon my lycan Cracked glass luck of the Irish Black mass none of us pious, try us Teeth marks from the touch of my Midas Reach hearts with a cut from a knife tip Tight fists, typhus thoughts like a virus Spread like a plague pay alms to your highness Tatted death on the arms to remind them Swallowed sunshine for the darkness inside I got more cells than the stars in the sky Guess I’m compartmentalized, excised Crash talk test drive left limbs on the asphalt Exhale gas head-trips from the capsules That part, made abstract art Out of blood puddles and the transplant parts No new friends all just dust in the wind Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin Everything ugly nothing to give Hands match blood on my lips No friends better than th