Luyện nghe bài hát Sanctuary (Spent Sperm Mix)

Doubting,
Not to at the face if the man who is dying
To for the face of the man who is lying
The ambler gambler is low and
His steed turns to burn into my soul
I the cries
My body in sanctuary
The long way home I cannot
He the pain its special place
I know it's look I know face

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

There's a black space where my should be
A gaping where my heart could be
I feel so low I like Christ
I see my head is white
The knuckles twisted raw and I'm so
And no respite
You together on the small
Hell vision it every night

White silver draws lines
whites the killing kind
Two wrongs don't a right
Two blacks don't a white
Devotion what it seems
The broker of my dreams
is all what I can see
My cell is my