paroles de chanson Ending Ball - Fyrce Muons

It's an ending ball
The contention taste
It's a slice of light to the endless shake
It's your life as rude in the fate of age
It's a night as day
It's a simple fake that you have to make
Just to bend my need

As it enters you could you feel my stain
To envelope you
Can you feel my waist
In a time of craze know that you are mine
And that distant face succors in your crimes