into their cheering hands
and the faces of his friends
no blood turned so bitter
and skulls stayed simple
every body in its place
strange you should want it the same
breakers in my lungs
the graceless years are gone
and the faces of his friends
no blood turned so bitter
and skulls stayed simple
every body in its place
strange you should want it the same
breakers in my lungs
the graceless years are gone