we fall to the masses each day? Why did we come this far to just turn back anyway? We're auditioning for our own demise, and immune to the screaming
too dwindled and Harsh Dead on white and cloudy clear Saafir Oh I'm ya son I'm told oh you mean The One that turns copper into brass Asses You got a weak
too dwindled and harsh Dead on white and cloudy clear Saafir Oh I'm ya son I'm told oh you mean the One that turns copper into brass asses You got a weak
