Vision Of Disorder - Gloom - Sözleri

Pray for me

This needle and rock

In a daze I don't mind

From two o'clock sun

Cause I'm struggling down

The sun brought terror straight

And to my sister I lay wasted

From the pain scarred by all the mute remorse inside my head

Slice and begin again, again

Slice this skin again

When I'm down

Pray for all this Beckoning down on my soul

Short thin road

In my headLike in pain, rests inside this



														   

														   











		
			



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