Tekst:
Tell you something clearly tell you something real but you tell me nothing you never do nothing real your kind it keeps on cutting
Division you create now it’s all exploding soon nothing left to break no hope in complaining all this lay in ruin it’s a time for mending
Gathering of the wounds
Division you create now it’s all exploding soon nothing left to break no hope in complaining all this lay in ruin it’s a time for mending
Gathering of the wounds
