Brainiac Lyrics & Chords By The Mag Seven

Time holds us for a minute It dries the wrists like penicillin Each of these men holds a pentagram So ease up on the slurs They're pushing off the charts We know him as one...read more

i saw the light as it shone you grabbed my soul as it moaned we were standing alone we left well enough alone but it turned around and followed us home there was nothing easy to...read more