This town has no seasons it's the middle of October, and you'd think there'd be a nice, cool breeze by now (but you'd be wrong). The summer lingers here
program. I am yourself. No computer stands in my way Only blood can cancel my pain Guardians of a new clear dawn Let the maps of war be drawn. Rejoice! Glory
program. I am yourself. No computer stands in my way Only blood can cancel my pain Guardians of a new clear dawn Let the maps of war be drawn. Rejoice! glory
your program. I am yourself. No computer stands in my way Only blood can cancel my pain Guardians of a nuclear dawn Let the maps of war be drawn. Rejoice! glory
