paroles de chanson Bitch - Fyrce Muons

Christ your lord, going Christ your lord
See the knights on the blades of swords
Oh I want a savior in your Christ the lord
You're a liar genuflect your Christ the lord
Christ your lord, say your Christ the lord
Got to be my worst enemy
You have every wallow in your Christ the lord
Be the stinging nettle in my Christ the lord

Twist your ways hollow in the summer time
Wish your days haven't had a bitch this time

Fell to earth your smell is reason
Fell to earth is gone to pieces
Down to earth you say it's real
Down to earth you say you feel

Christ the lord, fall upon the sword
Take a step towards the bitter ford
Carry me into the land of bitches' gruel
Stab me with the words of simple acid gruel
Cry a lot, you will cry a lot
Christ your lord, to your Christ the lord
Simple stops of energy towards something wrong
Generate a louder message something's gone

Twist your ways hollow in the summer time
Wish your days haven't had a bitch this time