Paroles de Punkbeit (feat. Suefleids)

You get to bring me up to speed The bets, the bills You think you had your fill, deeper than red The seed in your head sprouts but in the shallowest of graves Don't bite the bait or mind the mess This ain't your average windmill dragon breath Stand still, think sharp but fast It's right ahead A Sun made in a Russian lab Melts and drips Tastes of saltless sweat Mother Nature counterattacks Pharaoh cats Will have the last word The flock of birds shall not interrupt Their heavy curse, in its ample reach Even silver tongues must feed eventually Is all on the line now At least enjoy the ride