over coming my demons
these walls of prisons designed to look like school
faces with fangs, eyes that bled crimson blood, fingers reaching to me
cracked and dirty
face first into the pavement
and into the darkness is where i met you
over coming my demons
these walls of prisons designed to look like school
faces with fangs, eyes that bled crimson blood, fingers reaching to me
cracked and dirty
face first into the pavement
and into the darkness is where i met you