i
am after moons for this collapse
i
offer my spirits first and last
i
molest the cause of haunting you
i
am under the prosaic of our hush
i
am the death of our death
i
verse with no guilt but consolation that
i
will do it again
i
am after moons for this collapse
i
offer my spirits first and last
i
molest the cause of haunting you
i
am under the prosaic of our hush
i
am the death of our death
i
verse with no guilt but consolation that
i
will do it again