Pg.99 piosenki
Utwory wykonawcy:
We Left As Skeletons
You are every ounce of horror, every reminding second of a completely terrible life. You're the single most constant mistake of why most my body aches, and from the cold, iron shackles you locked around my heart to the chunks of my life you picked out from you...
Your Face is A Rape Scene
That whisper, your curling razor, mistakenly wound around my tongue to squeeze some fucking truth from that wicked obsession, your obsession, where I can pass by. They do that when you're dead. Alive I could count the stars, and you counted the screams. So if...