Sleep Tight
It's June 28th, Franz Ferdinand is dead, gone. In my entire 18 years on this planet, I haven't heard of anything so terrifying. Our leader is dead, my leader is dead. We declare war, they declare war. This is my story.
It's June 28th, Franz Ferdinand is dead, gone. In my entire 18 years on this planet, I haven't heard of anything so terrifying. Our leader is dead, my leader is dead. We declare war, they declare war. This is my story.