Текст песни Biffy Clyro — There’s No Such Man as Crasp

Ribs break, souls stay bare.
This I know.
Your forked stare cuts through,
This I know.

Face up to a pointless task.
It's the same re-written as crasp.

Ribs break, souls stay bare.
This I know.
Your forked stare cuts through,
This I know.

Face up to a pointless task.
It's the same re-written as crasp.
Face up to a pointless task.
His name… is crasp.

Ribs break, souls stay bare