The hours, they fall upon us like heavy cloaks as we pass each other, as we are forced to march and walk through Time; Oppressive Master, always counting to the meter, to the rhyme, “faster, faster…
Fonte: Soldier of Experience | Still Light
The hours, they fall upon us like heavy cloaks as we pass each other, as we are forced to march and walk through Time; Oppressive Master, always counting to the meter, to the rhyme, “faster, faster…
Fonte: Soldier of Experience | Still Light