Burnt Tongues
Your DemiseYour Demise - Burnt Tongues.
Burnt Tongues
Your DemiseYour Demise Burnt Tongues
Burnt Tongues
Your Demiseseeing these guys on tuesday. so the pit prepare yourself.
Your Demise-Burnt Tongues
Look me in the eyes, swallow your pride. Tell me what you think of me. Can’t you see all I need is a breath of fresh air, from the bullshit you keep feeding me. I know i’m a suspect as much as a victim, at least I’ve got the balls to admit it. After all that I’ve said, after all that I’ve done, I still know I’m this piece of shit.
