First Signs of Frost
Wire Forms
Your indecency is now exposeda cheap shot at fame is all you have left to showyour words still haunt meI'm a ghost to this worldI can't honour this life we try to rebuildCoz things just won't be the samefrom now onAll dignity is lostsomeone throw me a line I can't drown in here as my mortification is filling up to the brimwithout any care for overflowCoz things just won't be the samefrom now onYou can't mould us into a shapethat won't formI can't help help but ask what in the hell possessed youstill asking myselfwho in the hell would obsess about you?
From Letras Mania