As Cities Burn. Son, I Loved You At Your Darkest. Terrible! How Terrible For The Great City!. Som Byer Burn. Søn, jeg elskede dig på din Darkest. Forfærdeligt! Hvor forfærdeligt for den store by!.
...just feel as empty as the lungs Of those waiting in the womb Do you feel as empty as the lungs of those waiting To come into this world Where being beautiful means being used How
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