Paroles de Drug Disorder

Bleed forever Cold... Broken... Destiny... Lighting in my head Wath me fall Pain of harvest grows My soul is a storm Skin and leather... Cold... Victim... Misery... Bleed on feather Slain... Lighting in my head Wath me fall Pain of harvest grows My soul is a storm Overdose, Confusion, Sanity Pure disease, Infection, Euphory. Unknown relief. Drug disorder.