Pregled posta

Here they come as the models and machines
And see the dolls twist inside of thees dreams
I see the puppets whisper with maniac tongues
Feel it, scream it out from the top of your lunges

Now our hearts beat on
The black is back in the deep
I see a million of nations
In blank and hot leather

Puppets without strings
Now join the show
Demons without wings
We are death in vogue

By Deathstars