Текст песни We No Real - Fyrce Muons

Red dusk dark we follow saviors
Fish and games upon that head
He saved that happy brain

I tend those pockets
Those crooks of sand
Into the mirror is the same face of man
Pulsate confusion
I take the blame for every empty hand
For every game

Money we will love you
We want a savior, a maker, a reason
Money we want to take it
We want to break it and hate it and make it

The slice of snake
It's kind the same
Is bitter this wheel
It's kind the same
The vice the name
It's kind the same

Money we will trade it
I want to save it, to slay it, to bury it
Money I want to hate it
I want a savior, a savior to create it