Woorden:
Velvet Acid Christ The Art Of Breaking Apart

Into the dark and I feel nothing The dead dog howling with smiles and teeth the art of breaking apart The simplest thing, can lead to catastrophe That

us gray. Once... I Iost my foot again. I slip and fall to you. I have no light at all. I fall dead. You miss me. I break my promise to keep. You owe

Sitting alone Scratch at your skin Call out your name I don't feel the same Reach out for you I Reach out for you I Forget your face. So low like your