Letra da Música: Noon - Bugs In Amber

A branch of life ending deficient age
Grown victim of bottle informed travel expense
Jailbirded idiot and friend in the ground
Sorry I can't see you lowered down

Thinking of words I could have said
On Monday given consequence
Decisions you make sealing fate
A fear extends deformed in flooded rain

Broken concentration no excuse
Drunken slumber extended to invitation funeral a slap in the face of
Societal human morons raising morons breaking nature rules
Conducting death
On my friend farewell