Текст песни Wandering Haywire - Fyrce Muons

Earth raised up her head with the cold bleak of song
Not through righteousness, not to end with the swan
Golden heart increase the night sayings
To shout around the fireside, to shout among the prey
Reach the heights, simmer the lows upon the ground
Criss cross and damage all about the simple feet
Climb the walls, climb the ceiling high
Like a spider with sticky legs upside down
Crawling like a centipede, scurrying from the filth up
Telestrator flies in the night in black skies above
Shameless lives, shameless cries and singular lies
Do or say a hymn, not sing or praise to die

Milk filled in the space with the sudden lurch of blank
Testament of riches gathered to forbear
Witness the development of angst, holding on so sweetly
Carrion, it was not so much the perfume
Locked in tepid anger and impotent as survival
Trials were sent this way for us to believe nothing
In a way it was surprising as two sticks bent the same
As glad as embryos broken from hoary shells
Impossible to see clearly, waiting for adherence to seem
Never sinking too far below a bestial ledge
Whining to take those medicines, scurry round to the faucet
Glove around me like a casket surrounding the single sight