paroles de chanson My Evil - Fyrce Muons

It's a growing fold
It's a growing pain
With a seizure light
And a flash of doom
When you seize the light
When you seize the night
When you seize your doom
With a speck of hate

With an evil brace
With the hands of doom
With the fascist draws
With a new platoon
Right wing rage
Solid care
From the many men
Who would stay there
From light of room
The light was spilled
From those controlled
By the light of day

My evil
Insatiable
Becomes ghost inside

I can see your face
I can hear your rage
The light in the room
The light was splayed
Briefly sad
Short short time
Then all to the streets
Then on to the shame
And then on to the game

My evil
Desperate
Snakes rain

Weaving fire in the nostrils
Zoomed into perfume for you
That becomes your love
That becomes insatiable
That becomes my evil