Teksty:
Herbrightskies A Sacrament Ill City

from now but so am I At least my words march on and all you'll be is a name scribbled on eroded tombstone And all you'll be is nothing but a name Cheer

in context we could never figure this one out the air is getting colder by the minute and every moment feels like a thousand years march through the streets a

Welcome to the mid city life where the virgins thrive and the drinks are spilling off the table side give in to the pleasures of the night in a last

finally came true we're too young to be alone as you sucked the life from this world how about spending new years in a hospital bed and just a single