Testo: Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Empty.
Dust in my heart, blood on my hands.
Five years I have been penitent.
The penitent man finds his peace.
These walls have seen my lack of dignity.
These walls have seen flesh unraveling insides transparent most things unsaid words as insects in my throat.
Songs Of Ill Hope And Desp
Clinging To The Trees Of A
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