Death's Revolving Door
Always meeting death with clean honesty
Fertilizing the fallen with holy hollow
Give up your guns and lines in the sand
Take these drums, remember well
We extend from ourselves
What we see from inside
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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