Crisis Different Ways Of Decay текст песни, слова песни Different Ways Of Decay Crisis
Crisis - Different Ways Of Decay
this little coffin that i live in every day. i peek out every day or so to see
those ghosts at play. i've got my knife right by my side. i keep it warm, i hold
the blade. i want to keep watch, keep hold.. for when they come to take my soul
away. i've got this fear living inside me. it keeps me crippled and cold. like a
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