Текст и слова песни Premonitions Of War – Citizen
Personal exile is a personal utopia. Anonymity is bliss.
A faceless nirvana amidst this horde of neon-huffing human refuse.
Strung out on fluorescence and pure-cut incandescence.
A faceless nirvana amidst this horde of neon-huffing human refuse.
Strung out on fluorescence and pure-cut incandescence.
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