Songtexte:
Link 80 For The Crown

in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me. framed my poetry. but the well's drying up now. crapshoot for the crown. blood, a dry sponge morale.

stared understandably scared In some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me from my poetry But the world's drying up now Crapshoot for the crown Blood