Songtexte Middle of My Fright - Fyrce Muons

It is the gravest of times
It is the noxious of crimes
It is the vision fate
It is the piston of time

It is the call of disease
It is the magic of the truth
We are following chains
It is the rhythm of that hate

It's the middle of the night
It's the middle of my fright

I can see that you might bite with the money from our plight
You seize all the corn and the millet
That is where you are born
You seize all the rocks and the oil that your face can find
In the manner of my kind
In the matter of my mind