注册
登录
Premonitions Of War - Black Den 歌词
主页
P
Premonitions Of War
Black Den
Sinking into a routine heaven and scorching out the wires that have wound us up for years. Scraping the sin away from the windows and pushing the guilt up to the roof. Dragging the dead weight into the street.
这个歌词已经
368
次被阅读了
Premonitions Of War
歌词