Here we are, in the city streets
Following through in the vague descend
I am the skewer that has come too late
Here in the void fleeing the cave
I wish you could hear me now, I've got a lot to tell
But I'm too stale
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Here we are, in the city streets
Following through in the vague descend
I am the skewer that has come too late
Here in the void fleeing the cave
I wish you could hear me now, I've got a lot to tell
But I'm too stale
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