: They?d been warned, day was bound to be Burning up with fever in the poison dusted streets So they built up iron walls to tower tides of feat Each
: Something?s bound to happen I can hear it in the whispers of the night Warn the others madness finds us drifting in the calm of tidal eyes I?m so
They?d been warned, day was bound to be Burning up with fever in the poison dusted streets So they built up iron walls to tower tides of feat Each of
Something?s bound to happen I can hear it in the whispers of the night Warn the others madness finds us drifting in the calm of tidal eyes I?m so scared
