Malice In Leatherland - Send More Paramedics Тексты
And the world,
is turning - burning,
upon the hill,
your city's thriving - thriving,
Pride locked, wage your cost,
at the expense, of us all
Send More Paramedics x 5
We'll raid your Ivory Towers
Storm the calm in your enclave
Your base delights are soured
You cannot steer your feet clear of the grave...
Cannot steer clear of the grave...