Lyrics Your Jailor Calls - Fyrce Muons

Listen
I see you I need you I please you
Listen
I reach you I touch you I please you
Faces I make up
I want you to come here and save me
Creatures of silence
I have fallen to crimes of intolerance
Creatures of bibles hunger for sinister idols

Calling one big strict cage
Cold crimes in the insanity breaches my mind
Gone frail and cold it grows
Gone evil

Breast grows with fire
Sleep pale on thrones with your lambchop dreams
The light
The power
The glory
The love
The flowers
The flesh
The absolution
I see you I need you I please you

Nice to see you go
Sight of your backside
Monster you reap this scent of a prison cell
Sight of your prison cell
Sound of your jailors call