الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Born to the leeches
Born on the ground
Left in a dark room
Figure it out
Unknown mausoleums
Written inscriptions
We run trough the graveyard
Seeking salvation
Father
Locked out
You gave me your demons
You weren't around
Mother
You were too late somehow
You gave me your voices
And you said to make you proud
Father the vultures
Fighting it out
Licking each other's wounds
But we'd never cry out loud
