Isabelline - Forward Lyrics

I'm an evil palm reader
Feeding beetles to non believers
I'm keeping demons seething
Like babies crying from teething
Barely breathing, like emphysema
A beam of air into my lungs
And when the bombs drop
Drop it like you never copped it
Locket in my pocket
With your face on it
Best to not mock it
Lest I make you stop it
Cockpit feeling like a coffin
Falling out of the sky
To make another each other
I'm killing all of my villains
Seven evil exes, six sacred O's
I'm fine with "For now"
The formality shows
It's 2-on-1, you've got nowhere left to go