Requiem for Shattered Timbers Testo
Testo Requiem for Shattered Timbers
What became of our speeches
What became of our fabulous ideals
What we thought was evolution... nothing but an arc of piss, an old man under a bridge
Gutters... gutters
Rescue me.
What became of our fabulous ideals
What we thought was evolution... nothing but an arc of piss, an old man under a bridge
Gutters... gutters
Rescue me.
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