paroles de chanson Hylophobes - Fyrce Muons
It's
the
restaurant
of
his
mind
Savor
crime
of
his
being
Tasting
dishes
of
his
flesh
Drinking
blood
as
the
wine
At
the
table
sit
the
twelve
Son
of
whispers,
son
of
mine
Like
his
flesh,
bread
will
rise
Like
his
blood
turned
to
wine
Special
moments,
special
times
Out
to
dinner
with
the
boys
Pass
the
butter,
pass
the
time
Take
a
picture
for
the
wall
1 Denali
2 Confession
3 Vortex
4 Rewind
5 Qwantize
6 Opium
7 Jesus
8 Contortion
9 El
10 Heaven
11 Hylophobes
12 Doa
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