me Greeted with a thunderous absence of applause Choke on your own words Lies are venom in your veins Burn from the inside And never speak my name Choke
Sermon sung me slow to sleep Faster if I had a choice With every breath another death Still so in love with your own voice Idle threats to hide regrets
Превод: Ламб Оф Год. Цхоке Беседа.
: Sermon sung me slow to sleep Faster if I had a choice With every breath another death Still so in love with your own voice Idle threats to hide regrets
