7 acessos
The hills meet like wax at the presence of power
Behind a facade controlling with fear
No comfort, no home or self importance
Destruction
Drown out your sorrows with guilt
Destruction
A pathetic waste of life
The curtain, the lies, the unbinding truth
Now cloaked in a mask left fearing control
No safety, no shelter or constricting truth
Destruction
Drown out your sorrows with guilt
Destruction
A pathetic waste of life