Ghost Of A Bullet - Pig DestroyerАккорды·текстТон−0+A−A+Нажмите на аккорд, чтобы увидеть аппликатуру Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven, or ten rogue angels torching the house of god. I feel something pressing against my kidneys. Maybe a pair of wings. Maybe the ghost of a bullet.
