At the end. With pistol in hand and you by my feet sleeping. I wonder if you ever knew me, or why we meet. I'm have been told things like this our gods work. So that must mean i'm doing gods work, sending all his lost angels home.
At the end. With pistol in hand and you by my feet sleeping. I wonder if you ever knew me, or why we meet. I'm have been told things like this our gods work. So that must mean i'm doing gods work, sending all his lost angels home.