Songtexte Corrupt Spirit - Fyrce Muons

Really time for missions
Teaching more of mind crawling cysts
Seize their mordant daggers
Hold you in the mantle of beasts
Leaders are the consummate spinners
They want to brand you a coward If you see forward to a greater humanity
No place for them in that world
Beating down another patience
One by one they fall to rain
One by one they fall to insatiable
Only man wants more than he needs

Deep tissue devolves to great paradise
The constant rub and the infection of traitors
Trust only those you are born to or bound to by love
Reason only suspects those that live outside the circle
And within those that trust unconditionally
Will feel the arms of love

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How many bodies lie on the rolling hillsides now
And how soon until this isolated place is full with the fields of white cross flowers
Spreading like jagged quills across the green
Laid in broken comfort by the lies of others
Buried deep with the cries of mothers and fathers
Children betrayed by a homeland in fear of the voices in an age of revolution
Based upon small but straight steps
This trust is built at a young age when we are honest and naïve
And yet surprised when we are crossed and skewered
Ten times tantamount to oblivion
Pressed to the edge
But we can still find solace in each other's arms

Lust for money creates monsters
Laugh among themselves at others ways
Blazing voice of paranoia
Open on a mantel of blasphemy
Frozen in cowardice we find a way to let them live
Those bastards have no empathy
Cowards trying to serve the sacred ones

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