Lletres:
Drones The Wait Long By The River The Bodies Of Your Enemies Will Float By

to yours, when they brought you out You've ruined all that she had left, but ain't that obvious now Babe, babe, babe, you can't never die Your daddy

m sitting on the edge of the bed cryin' I'm sitting on the edge of the bed cryin' I sat staring at my toes, how am I meant to know That someone's waiting

feeding it scraps with a frenzied devotion A burning river of the worst men have Is the best you can believe in Let it balm you, then enbalm you And you might float your body