Текст песни Danger - Fyrce Muons

There's a danger round the corner
Of a real mind with a real pain and a crossbow frame of mind

There's a reason for my anger
And a whipping post of a mental kind isn't really there I find

It is fortune
It is circles of an endless cowl in a state of flux
As I end my mind
Read a little mind

Mystic grievings of a soldier on a stick of thorns from a bastion eye
Of a laser guide
Intuition of a martyr in a blackened day from a melting of the soul

Read a little mind