Influx Lyrics & Chords By Sick Thoughts

Desolate winds occupy my desolate mind This new realm must hold something more Something more than what we were used to This realm holds more Something glistens in the distant ...read more

Taste was the curse. it was cursed. cursed. it's suck and swell. young boy. golden fingers. suck and swell. watch me fall. this one's cursed. my back against the wall. you know...read more