Fact Leaves Its Ghost
You are the one drowning in your conviction.
I am not host to them.
You call it your right.
I call it your weakness.
The wound won't clot until the blood stops.
It has to stop.
You are the one drowning in your conviction.
I am not host to them.
You call it your right.
I call it your weakness.
The wound won't clot until the blood stops.
It has to stop.