Текст песни Veiled - Fyrce Muons

The finer things in life
Have past me by I think forever
I haven't made my choice
To try to rectify behavior
Finer things in world
Have even times begun to waver
And every time I noise
Upon the grief of loss forever now
The choices were my own
The sinister approach was even
Tempered by the style
Of which a different number tethered
Every time I smile
Upon a bird without a feather
Heaven would be vile
And hell would place a lien upon me now