Z/Zompok/Leviticus and the Hell of Blood and Dry Coughing Fits
Spin that chamber once And lock the muzzle tight Hang scars down from the moon And drown the earth in fright Let it now be known For forever and a day Whores will have there trinkets And the dark will have it's way
burn on Leviticus' shore
Bleed oceans of black sorrow Down upon the land Leave droplets on the asphalt watch it permitted the sands The light is growing dimmer as I come into the town A broken thing is coming home And bears a road kill crown
Dancing in a skin Stuffed with dead birds Flinching from the spinning dark Hurting from the wordsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
