The dark corner of my room Becomes the apparent death of my soul. Shocked By the beauty Of my addictions, I lay myself In the darkest corner of my room. Apocalypse now, In my anguish. Smell of fuel, Smell of victory.
The dark corner of my room Becomes the apparent death of my soul. Shocked By the beauty Of my addictions, I lay myself In the darkest corner of my room. Apocalypse now, In my anguish. Smell of fuel, Smell of victory.