Låttexter:
Senses Fail Lungs Like Gallows

somebody else Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands? Don't put your faith in the desert sand The wind is always blowing There are gallows deep inside my lungs

what makes a man the dirt on his hands? If so, don't put you're faith in the dessert sand, because the wind is always blowing There are gallows deep inside my lungs