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
Writer/s: Biffy Clyro
