Fyrce Muons - Of Bronze and Angels Lyrics

Belief in faith?
Love begets sex with that line
Tentative days that pass the night
Your night and day singing false praise like no way
Crying all night between each expiring breath
Rain rain rain

Don't believe your take
It's hot dazed miles and miles apart

Indeed rude
A fondled crazy crude
You says your name
Your bulb is shot
Your shell remain
It's raising dead
A swollen take
The smaller crumb
The smaller wait
You grab that spade
You wield that weight
You follow the children the fist of your hate
And now rain

Let song for stricken days
Let's end their wicked wicked ways

Fish might fall down
Downtown is the ground where nothing spared
You're the days
Want cum with knives and robes and ropes and tons of this that go kerbloom

See how you find the heaven in my mind?
Say if you find a heaven in my mind
Say if you mind a nothing of your kind
Say you will mind nothing in your time
Rain rain rain