Bass drum of death

Faces of the wind

Bass drum of death
around half-five or so
anywhere i roam they’re sure to go
anytime i’m off my head i see
demons all around these eerie streets
i see the faces of the wind
about to rest my head
i can’t close my eyes, i’m seeing red
every time i scream they follow me
demons all around these eerie streets
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