Paroles:
Silverstein November

my chest is filled with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. I caress flesh with severed nerves. I go veiled in darkness and disease. This November

my chest is filled with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. I caress flesh with severed nerves. I go veiled in darkness and disease. This November

chest is filled with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. I caress flesh with severed nerves. I go veiled in darkness and disease. This November