paroles de chanson Moss - Fyrce Muons

Based on the rhythm of the holy saints
In praise of world and fallen minds
Based on a lady with a holy halo
And magic on a rise
Come to the circus of the holy saints
At the confessional to hear the show
At grievous kitchen and you'll stop the show
With the blinking of an eye
Breaking of bread as you break my back
Taste such a follicle of early wine
Praise be to Allah
In a symbiotic tracking line
Finding marks in the back of the knee
Hiding the sores of a thousand lines
Following Madonna as she takes the silver
Spoon from under wire