Exit Wound
SMP
Running down an alley at the end of night I've got nothing left Running down the clocks at the end of life There is nothing left Music is power Music is powerless That's the truth I bet With a gun to my head Gun to my head
Running down an alley at the end of night I've got nothing left Running down the clocks at the end of life There is nothing left Music is power Music is powerless That's the truth I bet With a gun to my head Gun to my head