Текст песни Past Incursions - Fyrce Muons

You wasted nothing time to hold
You is indeed a time to home
Season with iron in the tea
Stretch out in fallen day
You seized betrayal then when

Indeed I cannot reason
Feeding the sounds of revolution
Be still and look at him go easy

You studied well your sacred peace
And then it shattered like a dream
To let it fade into release
But never buried there
It's just asleep and grey

Indeed I cannot reason
They call from catacombs of anger
A scent of holding on to ego

Catch my phrases that I spit out like used tissue
Far flung and meaningless words of useless abound
Tripping on the scattered rubbish that was laid there before
Piles of useless apologies followed by devious actions both sides

Burn, burn, burn

You wasted nothing time to hold
You is indeed a time to home
Season with iron in the tea