you make my kokoro go doki-doki
Devils talk from both my shoulders, who to trust and must I choose?
Understand, my founding fathers, what to honor, what to use.
I bleach my bones and tan my hide, I braid my hair and eat my pride.
I hammer my nails and hold my tongue, but it won't be enough tonight.
Funeral for five: my guilt, my guile, my guardians and I.
PhemieC — Guardians
Understand, my founding fathers, what to honor, what to use.
I bleach my bones and tan my hide, I braid my hair and eat my pride.
I hammer my nails and hold my tongue, but it won't be enough tonight.
Funeral for five: my guilt, my guile, my guardians and I.
PhemieC — Guardians