Текст песни Merope - Fyrce Muons

Beast of taste, beast of mind
Gold intent until I have no time
Going round with a convert shield
Nothing wrong when a man don't feel
Feast of men, feast of time
Going down with a happening sign
Average day, average life
Syncopated with a carving knife
Beast of cinnamon, pounds of cinnamon
Feast of cinnamon, have no cinnamon
Beast of cinnamon, pounds of cinnamon
Feast of cinnamon
Take one word, write it down
Take the Seminole and make him clown
Right the ship in the sea
Falling down with a collard green
Feel the door closing in
Kind of curtains with the anthill thin
Nice in fall, nice I see
No more words insert to be
Beast of cinnamon, pounds of cinnamon
Feast of cinnamon, have no cinnamon
Beast of cinnamon, pounds of cinnamon
Feast of cinnamon
Here go more words from me
Scent the song with a life to be
Dirty nails, dirty hair
Dirty syncopation over here
Reach the end running out of time
I don't know but a desperate mind
Then we'll find later on
All the right words' colors gone
Beast of cinnamon, pounds of cinnamon
Feast of cinnamon, have no cinnamon
Beast of cinnamon, pounds of cinnamon
Feast of cinnamon