gaze Beheaded for a shallow grave Whoring in complacency The gilded cries can't make you see Landing on your dying breath Your ignorance intact till death Dying
I'll carry the torch, feed off my flame Love is the hottest word for me it knows my name And your spirit cuts through me like a silent sword And leaves
Übersetzung: Pennywise. Sterben.
Übersetzung: Pennywise. Dying To Know.
: I'll carry the torch - feed off my flame love is the hottest word for me - it knows my name and your spirit cuts through me like a silent sword and
I'll carry the torch - feed off my flame love is the hottest word for me - it knows my name and your spirit cuts through me like a silent sword and leaves
