Songtexte:
Silence The Epilogue Bloodstain Pattern Analysis

I am lost in the distance like corroded images expanding in space. Mans main need involves several social acts that teach the value of survival taught

These icons tend to manipulate us from within. Observe this disease proximity clenching its teeth again. Now I am facing your barricades encased within

Prostitute candlelit evenings perfumed scent of money. Lipstick, bloodstains, and champagne fade to permanent white. And so they died and no one could