paroles de chanson Any Time Is Cold - Fyrce Muons

It's trouble cold any time shared
Grief great knife wall that could beat tied to balls and balls
Heaven taint your saved balls
And yet the entertainment follows
Catch a breath of fallen twin of wind
Headed by a pauper tall of men
Make sad find
It came upon the balls of days
The balls of bind
Shaping upon richer blades of shine
The false chains of holes

We came upon a feat
Sound of bones mixing upon rays
And rolled and whirled and whirled
In this world bait
Round upon the gate
The tunnel
Like a funnel and a bond and a muddle
I couldn't see a dig
He couldn't see it there
Heaven taint all

Approaches one like a five time star fired rage
But then it leaves again bold taking it with you
It can't take it there in your hair
It appear it sucking the air
The wind sucking the air
The wind sucking me in