Isolation Icon & The Blackguard [Text: T.Scorn / Gideon, Music: I.Hate] I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound patricide While clairvoyance killed
Tradução: Acero de América. El whisky, las mujeres y Blackguarding (no hay cura para un corazón roto).
sanity A bulwark in heathen lands Blasted flawless by the sand Above this quaint opulence, this risible neurathenia of man, I cachinate as a blackguard
In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you go. I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses. At the black man white man heading off
