Текст песни The Yelling Disease - Fyrce Muons

You find those times
That set me free
Make those decisions
Easy for me to blow out

You called it dibs
I said that's wrong
That's all you give
Nothing for me to hold on

This is the righteous falling
This is the enemy and

This is a race
This is a rout
The compass points
To bad behavior from me

Fall in disease
There is no right
It's not the same
When you antagonize me

This is the righteous falling
This is the enemy and