Tekster:
Years Spent Cold Breaking All Ties

that you have left Can identify you when you are dead Break all ties Talk your shit, choke on your lies Face defeat, break all ties You're what you

thing that you have left Can identify you when you are dead Break all ties Talk your shit, choke on your lies Face defeat, break all ties You're what

hands towards an unsuspecting shore. No light to guide. No ties, no ties to bind. Evening Tide what do you hide? To the years spent waiting on the winds

hands towards an unsuspecting shore. No light to guide. No ties, no ties to bind. Evening Tide what do you hide? To the years spent waiting on the winds

hands towards an unsuspecting shore. No light to guide. No ties, no ties to bind. Evening Tide what do you hide? To the years spent waiting on the winds