Evil Robot With Swords For Hands
Castevet
Clouds hang over creaking glass, Power lines strung above. These streetlights hum this city's song. When i stand there, this is mine. When i am there, this is home.
Clouds hang over creaking glass, Power lines strung above. These streetlights hum this city's song. When i stand there, this is mine. When i am there, this is home.