Villains To The Masses Heroes To The Holy - Shoot Down The Sun Тексты
My manifesto is a compound of blood
The sweat that left me long ago
Your fingers move by candlelight
I prefer the closet to the naked sunlight
Shoot down the sun
The scene of the crime is a carnival ride
Bystanders weep on every side
You shot down the sun, our hand are tied
Two faced victims have no place to confide