The Wreckage of My Flesh


My Dying Bride The Wreckage of My Flesh歌词

10/10 18:15
Awful man, Debris of bad home, A killer and apathic Loathsome I've become. Acreature so undome. Wretched and broken. Cannot find my faith. Any God will do. Nothing said is new Nothing said is true. Fly away my hope. The embrace of shade holds me dear