Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Faults are for the faulted
So what's become?
Let me show you
Just what you've done
And we die here
With our thoughts
I thought this from the start
I thought this from the start
When you
Look for me
When those
Sheets are pulled away
When you
Look for me
I don't want to say
Those words again
You burned my inside to a crisp
You burned my inside to a crisp
You burned my inside to a crisp