Texty:
Apologies I Have None Two Sticks Six Strings Ep

ever satisfy her when memories of a body strapped with wires leaves her lost. I want to scream until my lungs bleed "I'm glad your son died on the cross", but i

say this is on its last legs I?m lost for words. We would have lit up the fucking city if you could tap the energy. I will never understand how can this

desires to put certain plans into action and I will crack on. I won?t let this city swallow me up or this headache slow me down, I won?t let this fucking