paroles de chanson These Are Your Crimes - Fyrce Muons

Sprayed out in a sweet cold strafe
The bombs of flee
They haven't made us free
Guns and shrapnel come down to my table
Thrown beyond
Thrown in the midst of anarchy

See the hour to fall on knees
Fall on crimes that dig the graves of sanity
Steep the sides of deeper peace
Held in dark
Chained in menace
Crawling out

These are your crimes
This is your crime
List of your crimes

And a simple sensation for the devil that greets me
Looking for his next treasures with the simplest measure
See the boa constrictor
See the frozen condition
Feel the newest incision
Be the crawling submission

I never intended to cry
But whisper with stalling rage
Beasts emerge from our forests of worth
Reeking and sneaking along the forest edge
Seeking with digging eyes long since waste
Screaming the cries looking for a heal
Looking toward the sky of prisons
You'll never see it that way
You'll never live anyway