Laulunsanoja:
Young Livers Nothing But Teeth

to be left breathless and forlorn. With hallow-point bullets made for teeth, Let it shoot into me, Pronounce it dead at the scene. Do what you will, but

Only to be left breathless and forlorn. With hallow-point bullets made for teeth, Let it shoot into me, Pronounce it dead at the scene. Do what you will, but