Victims

i'm riding the lies
sweet forest of lies
my own few lines
between my eyes

I feel the rage; I touch my lips
taste the blood drawn from my wrists
it tastes so good; I dance the walls of fire
my fears are satisfied through darkness and desire

Losowe piosenki:
Tomorrow
The Highwayman
No Self Control
Not Your Kind
Say Yeah!
Well
WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEBODY
1st day of spring