Luyện nghe bài hát Sanctuary (Spent Sperm Mix)

Doubting,
Not to at the face if the man who is dying
To look for the face of the man who is
The ambler is low and loaded
His rusty turns to burn into my soul
I hear the
My body lies in
The long way home I cannot
He knows the its special place
I know it's look I your face

White draws black lines
Bright the killing kind
Two wrongs make a right
Two don't make a white
Devotion isn't it seems
The broker of my broken
is all what I can see
My cell is my

There's a black space where my soul be
A wound where my heart could be
I feel so low I feel Christ
I see my head is turning
The knuckles raw and I'm so empty
And there's no
You prey on the small
Hell vision shows it night

silver draws black lines
Bright the killing kind
Two wrongs don't make a
Two blacks don't make a
isn't what it seems
The broker of my broken
Hell is all I can see
My is my sanctuary