... And In September Father Lyrics

Bokor ... And In September Father

to old for this shit the years all passed future happened somewhere dead to the bone

locked up in this tomb slept through the burial all tomorrows lost give me a gun and help me load it

cast in this mould like a plaything emotions draining nothing really counts

names meaning nothing faces blur and ade give me a gun and help me load it give me a gun and help me load it