5 acessos
A blinking glow
It is drifting on the night waves
A second or less
The dice, shaken on the black carpet
It's good to breathe
Cut up my body with laughter
Faith comes to us both good n' bad
Trapped in the swamp in the darkness
Is their bitching real or fake?
Real or fake?
It was necessary to meet with us
I know there ain't no time
I lost sight of a foot under the sand of the ebb tide
Organic signals will evaporate
In the acid rain