Текст песни Cone - Fyrce Muons

Projectiles with spikes tumbled about in the trunk
Bold tight wound until the heat forces them to stretch their armor
An explosion by fire

It's nothing I can take
Falling ton this test
Burning to the canvas skies the candle skulls
The jingle in this ride
A palindrome a fallen sage
And all we do it all remains

A better mind was had
And all our indecisions
Were the cool rains of relief
And now I am content without your cunning soul of grief
Counting all the deeds of demons sent to measure me
Who can be my minister of peace

It's nothing I can take
This fire about to break
A million times a million lives
The random spark this time is never mine
I settle down to home
And all we do it all remains