Текст песни Short Cut - Fyrce Muons

In a lonely night with scissors
Policy another reason
Out of spite for other's mishaps
Another bite, another reason
Rest well and call the demons
I will see you Alessandra
Not the name that then was given
All the business of a laugh not
Wing night in a wooden station
Like a hair suit round an arm lock
Holding down in engines holy
Take a box of ammunition
Can a temple ruin see the
Hollow men with purple justice
In a category of the
Missing neighbor's shallow graves there
Step into a sea of conflict
Every day is like a sinkhole
Better times I never seen it
Always into sadder measures
Shallow times of happy memories
Taken from a book of pleasure
Feeling sick about the memories
Taken from a book of anger