Songtexte Autopsy - Fyrce Muons

Scimitar gaze
Private disease
Grabbing the gun from the brittle tease
I can go
I can dead
Fill me up as I am lead

I can cheat rather than pay
I'm a god in wages way
I can curl like the sand
I'm a broken bitter land
You can gut another man

I can seize rather than wait
Up a long haul from my back to my neck
I can just understand
I'll go take another man

Sometimes we taste like violence
Penetrating bag bowels is not control
Follow is not the safe of gold
Taste this kiss
This scent of fodder made
Bibles are stripped at the gate

You don't make this feast
You don't know if it is asleep
You don't know the god events
Dark intention living in peace
Living in sun the oven of keys
Having no chairs an impossible tame

You're so cold
You're so sane
You're so glad you won today
Even then you can gut another man