Morbus Following Man текст песни, слова песни Following Man Morbus
Morbus - Following Man
I want to flee break through the walls of hypocrisy
I bow my head crawl on my knees
so shy of them they're oppressing me
they cut my roots repress their sins seductive lightness
I bow my head crawl on my knees so shy of them following man -
as last resort following man -
as last resort following man -
as last resort following man -
as last resort as last resort
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