Слова:
Curse The Mariner

The streetlights paint a picture perfect portrait of ruby red spattered on the sidewalks as we walk on by Stare this beast in the mouth and know that

(RAISE UP YOUR HANDS) For this is our last stand (Woah, woah) (AGAINST THE GRAIN) We'll be here 'til the end (Woah, woah) This city is burning Has been

Just breathe in we know your favorite sin. You're cherubic smiles are worthless This semblance could never make amends for your harlot presence We'll