we fall asleep on the runway underneath the neon crucifix. where they left the light on for us tonight. fed myself to the sickness and purge myself to
We fall asleep on the runway Underneath the neon crucifix Where they left the light on for us tonight Fed myself to the sickness, purge myself to the
Preklad: Bled. Milionári.
We fall asleep on the runway underneath the neon crucifix. where they left the light on for us tonight. fed myself to the sickness and purge myself to
