etre me garder prisonniere C'est fou, j'entends des voix Des loups qui hurlent a cote de moi J'ai en moi mille voix j'entends des voix Je n'sais pas
And as they say, grief is only able to possess The rotting body clad in ancient clothes Is left behind with a wave of the hand I've gone away, the bed
: And as they say, grief is only able to possess. The rotting body clad in ancient clothes is left behind with a wave of the hand. I have gone away.
And as they say, grief is only able to possess. The rotting body clad in ancient clothes is left behind with a wave of the hand. I have gone away. The