'Ran out of hands to count the sin that breeds inside of me,
Not this hate but the loneliness has left me here into this mess.
My hands are soaking in the blood of angels,
On broken wings, they collapse.'
It's like 4am i'm allowed to be moody
Not this hate but the loneliness has left me here into this mess.
My hands are soaking in the blood of angels,
On broken wings, they collapse.'
It's like 4am i'm allowed to be moody
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