

Behind the mask we cry
We jaunt through the soul
The power of perfection
In this shining race
My eyes they burn with a second
The truth of fresh persuasion
Twisted to fit a smile
My soul is set to fire
We draw blood and we attain
With a fast flash of silver
And a sharp knife of pain
出典: LRCLIB
リスナーデータなし
サーバーデータなし
最近の再生なし