to be imbrued? What follows has lead me to this place where I belong, with all erased All insects sing tonight The coldest sound I'd send God's grace
I'll lay me down tonight Much further down Swim in the calm tonight This art goes drown What follows Me as the whitest lace of light? Will swallow whole
Tradução: AFI. Chica no es gris.
Tradução: AFI. Niña no está Grey (Correcta).