Pg. 99. Ruiner Of Life. Zeneszám

When hands meet here, skin forms. from tube thru skin and from my mouth. your all painted and dressed up for confusion this in all ends. meet complications to devices I bow my head, just to pretend to know a thing or two about a prayer. in horrible deaths we lay, just to lay for peace, and just to say goodnight, and then we finally sleep. but how can I sleep with the sound of hooves coming up the stairs.