Songtext von The Falling Queens District

An effusive rabble just before the flight of the queens Smoked our from their holes, diving through the windows Wavering frequency from their throats scratch the air Sentenced to fall down, fall down, fall down The tiger is in pursuit of them so the abyss is calling They cannot avoid the fall No strawberry at the edge (gravity) Only makes you faster (tragedy) When the weights are in your soul So c'mon The shock of their bodies into the ground fertilizes the land Regardless death seems fleeting, the flavour is forever (Gravity), tragedy, subterfuges to an eternity Sentenced to fall down, fall down, fall down The tiger is in pursuit of them so the abyss is calling They cannot avoid the fall No strawberry at the edge (gravity) Only makes you faster (tragedy) When the weights are in your soul So c'mon