He clenches his fist, picks up another bottle to kill the questions and soothe the pain all he leaves behind is this stain...of blood on the sidewalk
Vertaling: Sataniese Surfers. Bloed op die sypaadjie.
forward He clenches his fist, picks up another bottle to kill the questions and soothe the pain all he leaves behind is this stain...of blood on the sidewalk