DESCRIPTION:
Fried Moon Rats/These days Lyrics:

Aiming your objective, your heart starts to beat.
Sweating from head to toes, your dying hands tremble.
Well the pain is your friend, in your brain a substance rain.
I don't know if you can stay, again from the top to the end!
Again from the top to the end!

What a weak soul you can find these days, these days.
In a leak we'll be drowning these days, these days.
What a weak soul you can find these days, these days.
In a leak we'll be drowning these days, these days.

If you think you are a savage, soaked in gold
Overcome this situation or i'll be dissapointed.
Crying out for something tender in this incondite maze.
In this nasty place.

What a weak soul you can find these days, these days.
In a leak we'll be drowning these days, these days.
What a weak soul you can find these days, these days.
In a leak we'll be drowning these days, these days.