歌词语境宇宙
there's too many to feed
room for only our own kind, our own blood
no gringo,
there's too many to feed
room for only our own kind, our own blood
no gringo,
It moves it weaves and we can see how
It drinks of our own blood-red wine
It steals the bloom runs us through time
It moves it weaves and we can see how
It drinks of our own blood-red wine
It steals the bloom runs us through time