Testo Burning Ink And Brushes

Save your prayers for them. Soaked tonight I fold when warm blood turns to cold alone you stole. But what I never told broke my hands, again. Gold was the price of death. Hold your thoughts inside protected from greed, protected from greed. I know gold broke my hands again. Gold was the price of death. Hold your thoughts inside protected from greed, protected from greed. Show me the way home