Intoxicated
Rot alone. Destiny killing the souls of lives at your feet.Dead to its fight, yellers descend.
Killing the darkened rotting fate. Fate.
Rot alone. Bludgeoning hell.
Finding their souls and returning to dwell.
Killing and bleeding tightened as one.
Killing the darkest rotting fate.
Rot all lesions. Glow raid. Rotting, plowed.
Dead he's killed your soul.
Glow raid. Rotting flower. Kill.
Losowe piosenki:
How Much Is Enough?
A.K.A. Public School
Soon as I Get Home
Damage
Let Love
Beat On The Brat
Anarchy Means That I Litter
Scum Sweetheart
My Army Of Lovers