The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
And I dream in black and white and red. The last time I saw you, your head was on a spike, still screaming her name. Still cursing the day that I was born. Yet nothing has changed. Or do I still ask you for help? No. Then stop asking me for forgiveness, because I cannot bleed until my dreams come true