paroles de chanson Vice - Fyrce Muons

I own a restaurant
I own a camera fish
I see the justice
I will a homeless to be
You dine on mackerel
You die alone now
You dine on fishes
You die efficient to sea
Older than mister
All over simple
Into a vision
For all the voices received
He says a Mandarin
This is a mystery
It is imagined
He hears a master of vice
Only the voices
I'm on a mission
I see the crowd there
To talk to him through the ring
I feel a halo
A sudden dojo
Inside a head vice
The voices talking to me