Scrapes scratches and incisions leave trails of blood leading up to the altar.
I'm down on my knees wearing a crown of thorns as I'm set aflame in this pew.
Only a mindless mangled body can emerge from these repressed memories.
I'm down on my knees wearing a crown of thorns as I'm set aflame in this pew.
Only a mindless mangled body can emerge from these repressed memories.