7th Lyrics & Chords By ウォルピスカーター

seven a stain in a memory crossed out lines in a diary aching nights to get drunk things turning back to junk a bringer of grief I wonder if she is alright make a...read more

Wings, I feel wings Like the semen of god on my face Here is the proof of his love in my life Stuck like a whore in his brothel of light Bio-constellations of chastity in white ...read more