Sleeper City
WinterKill SpringEternal
Foes of Arthur
Green Temple
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Cyanide
Every night
I can't dream
I never sleep
Whatever I need
The pain is too much
My flesh is torn
This is a nightmare
A living suicide
I hate your touch
It burns
I bleed
I cannot take any more
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