7 views
Can a burning soul ever burn clean
Another deep night roaming,
To drink from a serpents flask.
where the streets breathe heavily,
with a quiet threat that's masked.
The weight of consequence hangs,
From my mind, a fevered dream.
Each stoplight, a gamble with my very soul.
I...
To drink from a serpents flask.
where the streets breathe heavily,
with a quiet threat that's masked.
The weight of consequence hangs,
From my mind, a fevered dream.
Each stoplight, a gamble with my very soul.
I...
