Paroles de Black Den
Sinking into a routine heaven and scorching out the wires that have wound usup for years. Scraping the sin away from the windows and pushing the guilt
up to the roof. Dragging the dead weight into the street.
GAYTAN, M / HALE, N / MEYERS, P / SCHOENHOFER, D / WHARTON, B
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