paroles de chanson Takers - Fyrce Muons

Those that seize the soul of the serpent strike disease
It's time to sink this precious weight
Sack the banks and politicians play
We see we believe we saw your game
The key to end this charade the crowd is anxious for its' dinner
Karma as filet of brine
Demanding fish eye face vicious shame
Lying in wait
The pocketbook to maul

Your sadder piece of jagged reign
The lies a stealing of our brains
Crying look at me again
I'm fame I'm fame
That's my name

You owe to this you owe to that
The work you do you owe for that
The price you pay on top of that
The taker sure looks mighty fat