Текст песни Crank - Fyrce Muons

Well I greet the crank and I violate all that is gracious
In a sea of volatile a mind of anyone ancient
Magical mysteries of teeth among men almost missing
See in a while we will see in a while an omission

Well I'm planting the crop of a powder in white knives in ancient
The sinister rising of decadence into a station
Haven't you seen enough sparkles in eyes become wretched
Haven't you heard enough terrible lies among distance