Vapid plastic whore chokes the mind. Mistaken virtue as a vice. This suffering is deliberate, it's how she knows she's alive. Upon her neck she wears a cross, A Cross to Burn
A man atones for his sin, he builds an altar. A locus formed where poison swarmed. Since the provenance, it's the catalyst, erect the narcissists plight. Upon that structure is a cross. A Cross to Burn
This withering light The glorious night The altar of bone Upon you all I see a cross A Cross to BurnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
