December Blooms

Tarmouth

Compositor: Não Disponível

December blooms.
I've handled the glove in my face.

Clear crystals blackened again,
My fires have released within.

They have all been helpless,
Strap me to your chair,
Sit and face my wall,
Turn around or begin to die.

Clear crystals blackened again,
My fires have released within.

December blooms.
I've handled the glove in my face.

Clear crystals blackened again,
My fires have released within.

They have all been helpless,
Strap me to your chair,
Sit and face my wall,
Turn around or begin to die.

Clear crystals blackened again,
My fires have released within.

Blood Shaped to dry a tear / liar.

Clear crystals blackened again,
My fires have released within.

December blooms.
I've handled the glove in my face.