Rust walls inhale the smell of smokes
Like a mummified trophy, it’s just a rot sepia painting from the past
Waiting in line, silent lambs, one day they will be carried away to the house of god
Rust walls inhale the smell of smokes
Like a mummified trophy, it’s just a rot sepia painting from the past
Waiting in line, silent lambs, one day they will be carried away to the house of god