Glass Casket The Redeemer
Tears seem to melt out my brain, this fancet seems too big to turn off by myself someone please step in, without letting my mother know I want to die, all i wanted was a garage to park in let sigur ros play on as i drift away answer me, answer me. Let god speak to me, tell me why my brains so f..cked up, and why i cry daily, frequently. Why´d you rip my sister off the face of the earth, facing me with new hells while she flies free like a bird.
