Текст песни «Burn The Priest - Bloodletting»
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Archaic methods transfer through well, in the face of mass denial
Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity
Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground
Down to a glass edge carrying me away
Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire
A suicide mission destined to fail
A moving ladder to climb taking me away
I wouldn't have it any other way