paroles de chanson Voice in Face Invisible - Fyrce Muons

Pimpin in the no space
Propping up the hockey members
Did you see the Sioux there
Gathered for a fallen warrior
Wires are the world now
Feeding on another data
Fractured into bitrates
There will be our ancient ruins
Heavy laid with all the pollen
Scaled with eerie eyes ablazing
Incense and elixir matter
Suckle all the input jism
Feeding without legs in cages

Would you like an encore
Would you like a tasty nibble

I'll find my peace of heaven
I'll build my own temple
I'll work without a listen
I'll know that isolation
I will not shun my interest
I will not speak of failure
I will embrace my passion
I will remain unnoticed

The Fascists are back

Voices of a landslide
Singing sweetly of a heaven
Now we wake the final payday
Alone we scream in rectal reason
Then a deeper rifle blast careening off a canyon wall like an old western cue
And no one hears the sound

I am just one in legions
I am a Don Quixote
I am a faulty dreamer
I am a man of wavelength

And hunters are tracking us
And bandits will rule us
And the skulls of those who yearn to be heard yet never are
And the bones we leave behind
And our ripples enter space
And our sounds are always out there
Then there's no one there to hear
Just make it fat you see

Loading and unloading we must remember not to throw too much out