Anekdoten // each and every lie burns a hole into my soul a sky about to rain
Anekdoten
each and every lie burns a hole into my soul a sky about to rain
sweden
Prog Rock
A Time of Day
A Time of Day
A Time of Day
A Time of Day
Until all the ghosts are gone
Until all the ghosts are gone
what should but did not die
Until all the ghosts are gone
Until all the ghosts are gone
until all the ghosts are gone
Until all the ghosts are gone
Until all the ghosts are gone
A Time of Day
A Time of Day