red wax Leaving pools of blood... Where is the place I used to hide Where are the hearts Once given to me And sweet voices...turn into sirens... Foretelling
red wax Leaving pools of blood Where is the place I used to hide Where are the hearts Once given to me And sweet voices...turn into sirens Foretelling
Translation: Coroner. Sirens.
deep red wax Leaving pools of blood Where is the place I used to hide Where are the hearts Once given to me And sweet voices...turn into sirens Foretelling
