Ire Form - Exrudifiled | Текст песни

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• Ire Form
• Exrudifiled

I couldn't imagine a life without such beauty.

These skies haven't been blue, but he remembers them, dear god he misses them.

Lying against the frame of the bed, with a loaded gun against my temple.

Gripping fear and voices echo in my head. (Guttural vocals after)

On his knees in an open field
Ending

Endless thinking, longing for a lost cause

I will be dead