Bruja del Demonio
Death souls wanner in the city.
Walls are growing.
Your sick eyes the proof of addiction.
Red is gonna soil my revolution.
At the end,
red always was grey.
Death souls wanner in the city.
Walls are growing.
Your sick eyes the proof of addiction.
Red is gonna soil my revolution.
At the end,
red always was grey.
Nosotros
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