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The Bastard Sons

from On The Wisdom Of Blood by Fyrce Muons

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The saints are always jawing down to me
How I never seemed to be accused it seems
In the shadows of the lonely lonely nights
It is falling from the ball and chain command

I can feel the righteous hand in days to come
There’s a method to each reason one by one
Only corners are now left for me to face
Only broken mirrors feed me in this place

With a precious intubation make me free
From the voices of the victims I have seen
We are saddled with the demons in our mind
And the message of the conscience isn’t kind

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from On The Wisdom Of Blood, released July 1, 2015

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Fyrce Muons San Diego, California

Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.

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