tory
my days count
one two three four
yet on the same pace
my fade arouse none into this fall
father had a man
into the sun, we gazed
to this shut we perished.
another fate sounds
as if paranormal was ours
to surprise the night pour
one two three four
yet on the same pace
my fade arouse none into this fall
father had a man
into the sun, we gazed
to this shut we perished.
another fate sounds
as if paranormal was ours
to surprise the night pour