Trentemøller and Gravenhurst - I Turn My Face to the Forest Floor

It's the kind of thing that once drove men into the desert night I see no deserts here and the east end rogue you so admire is a murdering fuckhead the influence is clear you're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago

Written by:
NICHOLAS TALBOT

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