Letras:
Circle Of Dead Children Calm

and I'll bow at request Silver stares back before it browns and crusts Silver still reflects the spillage The calm How many times will I circle

innocence And these standards of living And questions lighted questions Burnin' holes into my head Hanging like shadows over the sun Staring out like the eyes of the dead

plastic innocence and these standards of living Questions lighted questions burnin' holes into my head hanging like shadows o'er the sun staring out like the eyes of the dead