6 acessos
May he walk among the flames
inside my eyes
Undertones, a soul remains
in silent rhymes
Dead man spits angst in my mouth
but don't cry
Guess have to let'em beg just one
more time around
why... why...
I swear it wasn't really my fault?
Maybe all the lives are really raging
in crimes tonight
Soon our hands will leave one
last scar to mark
all shame, but a ceiling 'd be
fine just fine
can't let you enter and see this
part this part
why... why...
I swear it wasn't really my fault?