my chest Is filled with deceit I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears I caress flesh with severed nerves I go veiled in darkness and disease This November
my chest is filled with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. I caress flesh with severed nerves. I go veiled in darkness and disease. This November
Translation: SILVERSTEIN. November.
chest is filled with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. I caress flesh with severed nerves. I go veiled in darkness and disease. This November
