Текст и слова песни Luddite Clone – Oratory Of A Jigsaw
When the teeth can hold back the gears when the stitches are all that hold
The scars together and the
Lakes dry up like deserts is that when I will have my way when there is
Nothing left to savour
I am sure that's how we'll be petty to the last drop broken to the last
Breath damned till I fold
Into quarters
The scars together and the
Lakes dry up like deserts is that when I will have my way when there is
Nothing left to savour
I am sure that's how we'll be petty to the last drop broken to the last
Breath damned till I fold
Into quarters
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