A Sharp Tongue Can Cut Your Own Throat


More Than A Thousand A Sharp Tongue Can Cut Your Own Throat歌词

10/10 20:34
None of your words make any sense The blood rots in your veins and I breathe its scent Your world's under a spell and you're not doing so well I'll be here next to you for the fires in the sky Down this long heavy road I'll be here here next to you,