the cage that binds craving
the long for one true thing
days of past ring hollow
a constant screaming sting
just one door or window
a step left or right
i would leave this place
and travel starry night
the cage that binds craving
the long for one true thing
days of past ring hollow
a constant screaming sting
just one door or window
a step left or right
i would leave this place
and travel starry night