Текст песни Awl - Fyrce Muons

There was a man became diseased
He rolled around at anything
The cigarette would dance in his hands
The fallen waste where dreams are made
I realized the muscles were missed
I didn't care for any but waste
The time religion came to place
Should never get a vision of place
The golden days were visualized
Compared to discs of vestal lions
I cannot see I cannot hear
The legislative call of fear
A day is not a day is night
A bird is not a bird in flight
A theory rests while moving still
An answer is a question here
A thousand times are not the same
For time is not a solid state
The rays of light can penetrate
A solid wall of infancy
And so the story has no end
A man is not a man again
While living in a set of times
While grieving in a double life