Lyrics Beam - Fyrce Muons

Oh the mystery of a terrorist
Help me find the living things of every day
Call the wings of consternation
Help to find a needle guiding bitter ways
Oh but it is not the same
You've come a long way upon his hand
You call his name
It's all in vain
A solid razor
Following to greater pageants
Dignity inspires greater cost
Of greater loss
Find that nothing holds to reason
Cannot ever reach that state of place
Whole is not the same as difference
You always cite the reference of a day
Other ways
Nothing stays the same