paroles de chanson Gash - Fyrce Muons

Hear the fissures open
Bend slowly opening
Gash wider
Open wound
Memories losing out
Days have passed into the present

Hang on a rope from the ceiling
This disgrace where the past loses its place
Becomes what those tell you you have become
Ripped away the mask
Burned away my son
My brain on a train a ticket from this town
Ticket from this place

Thrust into the gut
To the steam train leaving in my nut
Burned off the balls like your coward culls
Human flesh
The napalms of death
Cannot stop it from coming

Cannot believe in another you
You underachiever
Stop your worship of another
You will see the evil of another
On cover of goodness
On cover of gods
On cover of preachers who gather your money wife cousins life