This 5 tracks EP comes in a carton package with a printed booklet countaining all song's lyrics, name and picture of the band members and all names of the crowndfounding contributors.
Includes unlimited streaming of Bestiole Unleashed
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T-Shirt/Apparel
Black and white "ghetto bestiole" t-shirt 100% cotton, print doesn't crack or leave even washed many times.
Available for men AND women.
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lyrics
The story I'm
about to tell is far from a fairy tale
unless the white horse of the prince was a thoroughbred for sale.
Gains and profits are the only beliefs,
there are no more princesses WOKEN BY A TRUE LOVE KISS.
In a kingdom governed by and for the reputation,
the buffoon is only here to undergo a humiliation.
Image is the cold queen of a cruel king able to
make you commit worst sins just to be seen.
You'd better use your bodkin on the dragon's skin
rather than as a bumpkin in a porn scene.
I'll be sent into a tailspin by observin'
pens rollin on the rotten deal o' Rumplestillskin.
The power's a chimera in this HOUSE OF CARDS
where aces bend over the weight of crowns.
The deck's constantly shuffled blowin' on the door.
Hold your breath, it won't last much longer.
You walk alone and PROUD, rotten to the core,
ready to do anything to enrich yourself more
carrying a bag which is givin' the tempo
with a golden rattling : THE HEARTBEAT OF A PSYCHO.
It swings on your shoulder singing the song of what you've done.
A gruesome lullaby to the dead Leprechaun.
You may give us a stern look while you stomp our roots with your leather boots,
believin' you're invincible in your custom-made suit
but don't take for granted the dead of Robin Hood
because your dream will SHATTER with the revolution of Sherwood.
Get real for a while, you will not cheat the reapper.
You'll die like us all when will arrive the DISASTER.
The power's a chimera in this HOUSE OF CARDS
where aces bend over the weight of crowns.
The deck's constantly shuffled blowin' on the door.
Hold your breath, it won't last much longer. x2
We've bitten the apple, we have reached the bottom.
Our hands are dirty but our hearts proclaim freedom.
You think the world is yours now but you stay the witch
who dies in the end as she lived : as a BITCH.
What will you do when you'll lose your glass slipper, Cendrella ?
Clean the MESS ? Try to undo the HARM ?
It's not even an option and I hope you own a tower
to hide yourself at the top and watch your WHOLE WORLD BURN.
Your soulless corpse will end up under our feet
and you will learn that no false beauty can defeat the beast.
Your diamond coffin will carry you to our coal hell.
Welcome to reality, all's well that ends WELL !
The power's a chimera in this HOUSE OF CARDS
where aces bend over the weight of crowns.
The deck's constantly shuffled blowin' on the door.
Hold your breath, it won't last much longer. x2
