Текст, перевод и аккорды “Bloodletting”
- 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
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