Текст песни Faux - Ed Tullett , Novo Amor

Clone, caught hold of your flood lung
Harbour your "someone", prevent me
Shown, you swoon in your lace run
Brooding, a quilt tongue, pining me

Calm, clot, cold, and bleed
Calm, clot, cold, and bleed

Bone, pull over your midriff
Labour your inches, widow me
Hone, all crimson and hinges
Tarot and inches, corner me

Faux, shot, sold and bleed
Faux, shot, sold and bleed
Faux, shot, sold and bleed
Faux, shot, sold and bleed

Cower all your cinders, fake us
Bower on your shivers, shake us
Cower all your cinders, fake us
Bower on your shivers, shake us
Cower all your cinders, fake us
Bower on your shivers, shake us
Cower all your cinders, fake us
Bower on your shivers, shake us
Cower all your cinders, fake us
Bower on your shivers, shake us
Cower all your cinders, fake us
Bower on your shivers, shake us
Cower all your cinders, fake us