Paroles de Foe

Closing doors Expired thoughts Every road map leads me to cul-de-sacs Counting breaths Unveil yourself Widower, injustice will not stand For every bomb that you defuse I will plant another I am the flood that lets you choose, keeping your head above water Stone and earth fills your urn The wrecking ball suddenly hems and haws You can run holding scissors Fugitive, injustice will not stand For every bomb that you defuse I will plant another I am the flood that lets you choose, keeping your head above water