Gargantua Soul - Summer of My Discontent Тексты

This... Is the Summer of My Discontent

It was a fine day dreaming,
screaming like the demon was.
It gave an accent to the things beyond.

What are the secrets,
And who's thirsty anyway here's the sword,
Give it to thechild as he goes...

Down.

It will all come back to you

If you don't stand for something,
You'll fall for anything

So masking tape your broken wing,
Don't wait till that lady sings.

The king sits inside you,
In silence here the trumpet sound
The mystical mantra twirling, spinning, exploding...
Down

The turmoil all around
I'll be the rock for you

This is the Summer of my discontent