Wrenched Lyrics & Chords By Emforay

In the yard of the old man The ruin's shimmering The world's painted pale The conditions are at stale Flocks gathered from far away Hiding, still overly aggressive ...read more

Memories haunt me... of a nigh future* With tales of an aeon to come Where men turn barbarous And wipe their own existence An aeon where mothers breastfeed their infants ...read more