... And In September, Father letra

Too old for this shit
The years all passed
Future happened somewhere
Dead to the bone

Locked up in this tomb
Slept through the burial
All tomorrows lost
Give me a gun and help me load it

Cast in this mould
Like a plaything
Emotions draining
Nothing really counts

Names meaning nothing
Faces blur and fade
Give me a gun and help me load it
Give me a gun and help me load it

Bokor - Letras

• ... And In September, Father
• Avert Your Eyes
• Best Trip
• Convert Into
• Crawl - The Sermons And Dreams Of John Duncan Thunstall
• Iesu From Mattoroso
• Migrating
• Mosquito Dreams
• Oh Glory In The Void
• Seven Teeth Playfair (Out Of The Pit Of Oblivion)
• The Island Of St. Menée (Beach Of The Living Dead)
• The Viral Prophesies
• Varmint Soul
• Watching The Western Desert Freeze