Lyrics Indian - Fyrce Muons

Pistol canes
Jagged edge of a window pane
Restful pains
Grand understandings
Fist full irons
In a rout of all memories
Hollow times
Hollow times in a real world
Danger wheels
Get it here in a soft field

Fetid times
Sacred place of some real rhyme
Catch and call
In a grace of a fallen race
Bestial war
Bestial war we're a fallen race
Panacea
Dragos in for a sidewind

Pistol whipped
With again made of cowardice
Can a strip
In a lack of a joy life
Table bare
Table bare of a joy life