Cirrus Anthony - Son of a Gun

Encrypted in crypts.
Listening to nature drift.
The heir seizes the wind.

From underground.

New seasons. A seasoning vet.
My opportunity.

The Eternal. Albero Della Vita.

Branch out now, what a prick?
As the noise drift into nothingness.
Mu moi muy, no bueno.
Mu moi muy, no bueno.

Tell me,
How did you sell your soul?
Well when the devil approached, you didn't tell him no.

. . .
How in the hell did you sell your soul?
Well, the devil approached you and you didn't tell him no.
Hell no, hell no. (I said)

You didn't tell him no, your shell is a mold.
Break out.

Hell bent.
I would of joined you but I've always had trouble fitting in.
I can't fit in.
Break out season;
Fall, out let your love burn out.

Let your love burn out.
Fade.
Let fate run it's course.