Withering under words you taught me: Comfort in the great machine.
(An awesome track, and a great show. Music for nights, music for shivers.)
As the threads of shame
Feast and claw their way
Past this
Defense
I'll be sequenced:
I'm not your kind
Withering under words you taught me: Comfort in the great machine.
(An awesome track, and a great show. Music for nights, music for shivers.)
As the threads of shame
Feast and claw their way
Past this
Defense
I'll be sequenced:
I'm not your kind