Dear Mr. Sinister Songtext
Yes, I'm back to my requested culture
May I leave today?
My hands can't remember
The touch of blood anymore
Of having scored against creation
Of a pulse never to pound again
The sound of requiem
May I leave today?
My hands can't remember
The touch of blood anymore
Of having scored against creation
Of a pulse never to pound again
The sound of requiem
Dear Mr. Sinister Video
