Without mind Without dreams Without memory There is no morning sun No falling rain For acres of skin There is no morning sun No falling rain For acres of skin
why continue the harvest? we are already dead no one can reap these scars we've sown there is no morning sun no falling rain for acres of skin
Bản dịch: Fear Factory. Acres Of Skin.
raised why continue the harvest? we are already dead no one can reap these scars we've sown there is no morning sun no falling rain for acres of skin
