Testo di Leather Side

I've been lied to again from the head of the fields through the lanes to my knees and I will wait until they pull down the sun I'm stretching blood, I'm breathing again they got up and left they're finished with me I'm numbered again I don't even care I'll wear it on a leather side I'm smiling again because it never grows thin lifting my skin, they're cutting if whole just look fiavonti my son I think it's time to tell lying with the wet moon swing is old they said someone has been killed but it's just one of them…. so who even cares.