Industrial
a spectrum walks amongst the ruins of his own words a whisper falls otta his mouth will you someday feel proud of myself? a spectrum walks amongst a world made of coloured glass a whisper falls outta his mouth he's trying to rebuild his mind dry and knocked out maybe he's seeking for god sacrifice your wishes they don't belong to you bleed in the big lie and they'll kiss you
Writer/s: Pujà Fasuà
