I am not your fuckin' son In the name of God the summer's gone, the winter's come Kill the cure... God couldn't handle it We're suspended a mile above ground and pity, a fear of God, stay go
I am not your fuckin' son In the name of God the summer's gone, the winter's come Kill the cure... God couldn't handle it We're suspended a mile above ground and pity, a fear of God, stay go