Lyrics Face Of A Tarantula - Fyrce Muons

It ain't bad god said
Have a broom?
Have a nudge
Have a bone
Sweet treat
Boxed in
Shot down
Fucked then
Got end?

I can imagine this
The face of a tarantula
The bottom of the cistern
Trauma the days
The chains of delay
The rust appetite
The appetite for rust

Hit
You can bend no face
In the end just troll
At the eternal dance my precious
My vicious