Without mind Without dreams Without memory There is no morning sun No falling rain For acres of skin There is no morning sun No falling rain For acres of skin
why continue the harvest? we are already dead no one can reap these scars we've sown there is no morning sun no falling rain for acres of skin
ترجمه: کارخانه ترس. هکتار از پوست.
raised why continue the harvest? we are already dead no one can reap these scars we've sown there is no morning sun no falling rain for acres of skin
