© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin [Verse 1] ’89 spawn, Nullpointer Voss on the wire Ghost in the grid, made Tyrell retire Roof-run polka, drones crashed in flames Quarter-tone violin fucked their targeting frames Gray coat legend, blood on the strings Mom’s old bellows still wheeze from the gigs [Pre-Chorus] Holo pops: “Deposit your shit in 72 hours” Next ping: PSA spiked, book your flowers Drone drops a blue bag like a death threat in plastic “Rate your dead dick, old man, be fantastic” [Chorus] Last polka in the rain – wheeze it, you corpse! Last polka in the rain – that’s your final breath! 23 tits in the feed still make me hard Even with the pipe signed off for good Blood in my shit, lab tech knows my name Play, motherfucker, like death ain’t there! [Verse 2] Lisinopril breakfast, allopurinol lunch Body went corporate, treacherous cunt Single in the stack, pale cum on the walls Scrolling rent-a-pussy, age-filter still calls Blue colon kit laughs on the table like “told ya” Hero to hemorrhoid – that’s my canon now [Bridge] I cracked every black-ice cage this city ever built Now it mails me stool cups and erectile guilt From rootkit king to stool kit bitch The wheeze in the bellows is the only thing true [Final Chorus] Last polka in the rain – wheeze it, you corpse! Last polka in the rain – that’s your final breath! 23 ghosts dancin’ where my future once stood Hard in my head, my prostate’s on fire Gikt in the fingers, blood in the vein Colon kit blue and I’m still insane PLAY, MOTHERFUCKER, TILL THE BELLOWS GIVE OUT! INTO THE GRAVE! INTO THE GRAVE! INTO THE FUCKING GRAVE!
