Letras:
Devil Wears Prada The The Scorpion Deathlock

: Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach. Plagues enclose. Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets. In this

Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach. Plagues enclose. Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets. In this moment

Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach. Plagues enclose. Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets. In this moment

Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach. Plagues enclose. Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets. In this moment