Black Den
Premonitions Of War
Sinking into a routine heaven and scorching out the wires that have wound us up for years. Scraping the sin away from the windows and pushing the guilt up to the roof. Dragging the dead weight into the street.
Sinking into a routine heaven and scorching out the wires that have wound us up for years. Scraping the sin away from the windows and pushing the guilt up to the roof. Dragging the dead weight into the street.