Songtexte The Painted Whore - Fyrce Muons

It's a fight
It's night
Unlike any other race
Its abode
It's a bane
Unlike any other place
Painted whores
She painted toes
From mighty other planted days

This taste is night
See a body leave it waste
For truth the innocence of better fate
It is time
The hatter walking in that line
It is developed after sin
It is time

A deadly game upon approach
No sane way twice
Protect and enjoy