Paroles de Forebang

Forebang project an image of a hightower standing just one of many backgrounds fills with blast flash weak winds blow through grey buildings now entangled in the net of paths with blurred ends there is a calm before the bang ground shall shiver disorder to deliver towers shall fall no means at all towers shall fall...no with fake foundation of lies can never reach the skies all ruins shall remain as nonsacred image of pain there is a calm before the bang ground shall shiver disorder to deliver towers shall fall no means at all towers shall fall...no