Lyrics Voices Mauled - Fyrce Muons

Caught up in a tragic taste
Crawl into a kind of wasted
Nothing but the sand to feast
It's nothing but a cabal brainwash

I take it this is snake at best
Follow in the tongues of tanks
A certain kind of war is staged
I'm certain that the rich are washed
A pauper is a bitter taste
A symbol of a camouflage
I see another camouflage

Voices hissed
Voices called
Voices beast
Voices mauled and caged

Get thee down my friend
Step into my cage
Plunge the stake to follow hymns
Kiss this hissing taint down into this ground
Voices mauled and caged