streets. Feeds the need, of the decayed rotting means. The fires breeds upon, the weary young. Evil tales, sold his only son. Life no longer fills the need. Dead silence
Flow into the streets Feeds the need Of the decayed rotting means Fires breeds upon The weary young Evil tales Sold his only son Life no longer Fills the need Dead silence
into the streets Feeds the need Of the decayed rotting means Fires breeds upon The weary young Evil tales Sold his only son Life no longer Fills the need Dead silence
