From Autumn To Ashes - A Goat In Sheeps Rosary Тексты

A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity
My two fingers punching the keys diligently
Trembling ground
Pushes my glass off the table
Spilling the blood of the son of your idol

If it were not for this
Extensive bug collection
I would know not what I
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