23 acessos
There's a church here
Buried deep
Underneath a boiling sea
Skeletons
Dressed like you and me
Searching for the means to speak
It's risen from grave
So wild it can't be tamed
Flesh stitched to flesh
We're making a monster
Just a pauper
Among kings
He kills butterflies
Eats their wings
There's a crypt filled with childhood dreams
Burning
Bursting from the seams
The blood
The sweat
The tears
Make me