Текст песни Grip - Fyrce Muons

Candle boys, with a simple pen pal
I don't know what's become
Of a simple request
Cannonballs, she takes another risk with death
In a world where time is not your friend
A thing with his skull with a grip
The grip of steel that grabs my hand
And forces it into the ground
Taking me with it down, down, down
Into the depths of a soul
Have apparition of a saint
Get a grip, on your life my precious
Finger tips are not what fetid monsters wear
Devil hides, on your mound of hirsute
Is your cancer growing
Get a grip on death my friend