Paroles de Evil Dead
FEARThe eyes, they can not fear me
The voice just passes me by
As far as I can see
The only thing I fear is the sigh
The sigh of endless weariness
It fills the room with air
A smell of rotten lungs
and badly groomed long hair
ENTRANCE
Together they form a vortex
turning loose the brains in my head
The sigh predicts the changing hour
the hour of the
It fills the room with air
A smell of rotten lungs
and badly groomed long hair
ENTRANCE
Together they form a vortex
turning loose the brains in my head
The sigh predicts the changing hour
the hour of the
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