Lyrics:
Circle Of Dead Children Four Walls And A Feeling

's dream Mark her the one The one who will stand alone Pitter-patter of dry-rotted love Plunging, dropping, splashing into heaven's eighth lake And casting a

a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers, held a mongoloid fanbase that is alien by nature, robot wars, machines hit the floor, and the semians syncopated a

a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers, held a mongoloid fanbase that is alien by nature, robot wars, machines hit the floor, and the semians syncopated a

and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the

but a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers, held a mongoloid fanbase that is alien by nature, robot wars, machines hit the floor, and the semians syncopated a