Woorden:
Atreyu My Sanity On The Funeral Pyre

shiver as every splinter Finds its way underneath my skin And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl Every shortcoming, a pitfall On my way to

I shiver as every splinter Finds its way underneath my skin And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl Every shortcoming, a pitfall On my way to

shiver as every splinter Finds its way underneath my skin And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl Every shortcoming, a pitfall On my way to