Temple letra

I built this shrine for you.

Object of my obssesion,
Object of no confession.
In this pantheon,
I am surrounded by you, my idol.

No word was ever spoken.

War From A Harlots Mouth - Letras

• A Grotesque Relationship
• Appropriate Tools Required To Intercept And Obstruct Errorism
• C.g.b. Spender
• Copyriot
• Crooks At Your Door
• Fighting Wars With Keyboards
• H(a)unted
• Heeey... Let's start a Band!
• How To Disconnect From Your Social Surrounding In Half An Hour
• If You Want To Blame Us For Something Wrong
• Inferno
• Insomnia
• Keeping It Up
• Mulder
• No High Five For C. Oward
• Of Fear And Total Control
• Recluse Mmx
• Riding Deadhorses Is A Fucking Curse
• Scopophobia
• Scully
• Spineless
• Temple
• Terrifier
• The Certain Nothing
• The District Attorneys Are Selling Your Blood
• The End-time Message II
• The Endtime Msg Pt I
• The Increased Sensation Of Dullness
• The Polyglutamine Pact
• They Come in Shoals
• Thousand Complaints, One Answer
• To Age And Obsolete
• Transmetropolitan
• Uptown Girl Uptown Girl
• Vertigo
• What Happens in the District... (Paper Agents)