Woorden:
Imperial This Grave Is My Poem Ep

another machine with your armored suit and that pretty face your life's a waste of time you will be shut out keep thinking its alright you brought this

this second chance was my last i was told not to kill but i will if you step up to me we are washing away onto a shore that has no name without hope I took my

We are the red letter red letter we will slit your throats your heart is black so rest your head because tomorrow we'll be your death we smell your fear