done
not surei've given up on the entire human race
empty as the sky above us
empty as the eyes of animals in cages
empty, the faces of women in the morning
and when everything is taken from them ......
me don't ask me about empty
~chiodos - the undertakers thrist for revenge is unquenchable (the final battle)
empty as the sky above us
empty as the eyes of animals in cages
empty, the faces of women in the morning
and when everything is taken from them ......
me don't ask me about empty
~chiodos - the undertakers thrist for revenge is unquenchable (the final battle)
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