paroles de chanson Sixteen Miles From Home - Fyrce Muons

It bit my face
You see a lot of it begin to feel the fade
And when I paint I see a lot of feathers on a life of little weight
I've been a tease
They fumble to the light
Like drunken flies they feed
They clutch
They hunger
Go away
Sixteen miles from home

I'm in this place followed by a ghost of days
And I will state this intersection isn't what it seems
I met the days
The embers of the past became the sun
The twisted rays of warmth among the ever icy one

There are footsteps with your home
I can see them follow you with trinkets and a bowl
It's the fakirs page
The savior
What's your name
You want me on my knees
You can follow my savior in my name

It's not the weight of luck
It's not the tail of dog
It's not the blood of goat
It's not the guts of hog
But fate this ride of age

Those who forsake the ride of age
The crazy maze
The fraudulent shame
Sixteen miles from home