Seasons of sickness are all that I found here
Paint the windows black, don't let any other light in
I'll wait for you
Set the world on fire and watch it burn
And when we're through
Staying warm in the endings of our victims
Seasons of sickness are all that I found here
Paint the windows black, don't let any other light in
I'll wait for you
Set the world on fire and watch it burn
And when we're through
Staying warm in the endings of our victims
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