Gods, Now I See You Killing With White Hymns Boiling Neatly

Gods, Now I See You Killing With White Hymns Boiling Neatly
I’m Here For You
Liing Thief
There’s No Way We’re Born To Drown
Now I Fill Just What You’re Passing For
A Tear In The Vanguard
Then The Gifted Golds Will Pull A Dream