Tracks (tall bodies)
Chelsea wolfe
It's a machine we're up against
Devoid of reason, devoid of sense
Devoid of reason, devoid of sense
It's a system full of regret
We wear it on our shoulders
Because someday we'll win
We could be two straight lines in a crooked world
We could be two straight lines in a crooked world
They've created
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