Paroles de Spirits

The family fell apart with a strict blow From an ill-divine addiction Transfixed on it's own Undulating survivor rate For the sake of right mind and public relation We will call it extreme circumstances So bite your tongue and open your eyes As we dance on your grave My fingers are cocked And ready to throw back Gratuity and crucial sedatives Blow For the sake of right mind and public relation We will call it extreme circumstances So bite your tongue and open your eyes As we dance on your grave You have to break this silence You have a cyclical sickness Its love is viscious You have a cyclical sickness This is my lover's tryst For the sake of right mind and public relation We will call it extreme circumstances So bite your tongue and open your eyes As we dance on your grave