Текст песни Spyline - Fyrce Muons

You gotta weigh my life
Can I fault enchanted illusion
It never is ok about a golden cane revolution
And the walls closing in with a ball and chain illusion
And the screen goes dark
And the holy rolling moon shuns

With a hissing dying
With a timid one tease
With a timid all night
Don't lie in tins of fleece

With the timid old lies
With a flipped house
With a candlestick and a whole dark town
With a fable lost

I gotta find that spy and I'll take her off to prison
Into a dusty ride and cover all the windows
She has a lugar stick and a shoe inside her passion
I gotta catch that gracious type as fast as I can

I gotta fast fast ride
I gotta electric goose
I gotta cucumber that doubles as a missile
I gotta cyanide
I gotta watch that fly

Spyline