Pick the solitude that creates this cage. Does the gray ever tire?
Does it ever feel pain? I want to see color again.
What is this development? Does it make things right again?
Can't you see I'll pay?
Make my fulfillment drop. Try to take this from me.
I slipped? Remember your gender.
Correct  |  Mail  |  Print  |  Vote

Chew Your Fingers Lyrics

Glass Casket – Chew Your Fingers Lyrics