Pagan
"Our grasp is slowly slipping from relities that's left us dry A phone call home, a scarlet letter, let her, let her see the other side"
"[We'll burn a path all of our own"
"Our grasp is slowly slipping from relities that's left us dry A phone call home, a scarlet letter, let her, let her see the other side"
"[We'll burn a path all of our own"