The Story == True
Incarcerated in my mind's own soul, I look and delve into an uncontrollable disater.
Wincing about I complicate my desires by creating falsehoods of love.
The only scent is death.
The only scent is death.
The only scent is death.
Incarcerated in my mind's own soul, I look and delve into an uncontrollable disater.
Wincing about I complicate my desires by creating falsehoods of love.
The only scent is death.
The only scent is death.
The only scent is death.