Paroles: Premonitions Of War. Black Den.
Sinking into a routine heaven and scorching out the wires that have wound us
up for years. Scraping the sin away from the windows and pushing the guilt
up to the roof. Dragging the dead weight into the street.
up for years. Scraping the sin away from the windows and pushing the guilt
up to the roof. Dragging the dead weight into the street.
Premonitions Of War
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