Save your prayers for them soaked tonight I fold when warm blood turns to cold alone you stole but what I never told, broke my hands again, gold was the price of death. Hold your thoughts inside protected from greed. Show me the way home.
Save your prayers for them soaked tonight I fold when warm blood turns to cold alone you stole but what I never told, broke my hands again, gold was the price of death. Hold your thoughts inside protected from greed. Show me the way home.