Absalom scornfully sings, looking down on a passed-out Bella [Absalom] We're caught in a threadless Web of Emotion Harnessed to the hairs On the back of your neck You are Driven Bound to die You're an apprentice in the house of pain Bound to die
Absalom scornfully sings, looking down on a passed-out Bella [Absalom] We're caught in a threadless Web of Emotion Harnessed to the hairs On the back of your neck You are Driven Bound to die You're an apprentice in the house of pain Bound to die