Lyrics Locked - Fyrce Muons

Really tried my best to sink to new lows how
Flatten all the armies my mind can conjure now
Crawling out my memories
Stepping on a haze
Reasoning with devils
And the angels lose again

Beat the big drum slowly
Force the tired sleep
Poison slivers in my fingers
Not every man is born to mothers with the fullest breasts and suckle on a thorn
Delivered from a book of rest we follow Gabriel's horn

Growling at the sacred
It can think it wise
A cautionary moment of a capillary lies
Growing cold the liver day
Unpleasant in its' feel
To die among the poppies
I am lucky life is real