gone but pain and hope. Hoping that the pain would fade away. . Greed, your master passion. I Feed the mouth that bites me. Mammon, opiate of the masses. The reek of your lies draws flies. . (2X
gone but pain and hope. Hoping that the pain would fade away. . Greed, your master passion. I Feed the mouth that bites me. Mammon, opiate of the masses. The reek of your lies draws flies. . (2X
