Exit Wound
Running down an alley at the end of night
I've got nothing left
Running down the clocks at the end of life
There is nothing left
Music is power
Music is powerless
That's the truth I bet
With a gun to my head
Gun to my head
Running down an alley at the end of night
I've got nothing left
Running down the clocks at the end of life
There is nothing left
Music is power
Music is powerless
That's the truth I bet
With a gun to my head
Gun to my head
1995 • Stalemate
1995 • Stalemate
2000 • Terminal
2000 • Terminal
2000 • Terminal
2000 • Terminal
1995 • Stalemate
1995 • Stalemate
1995 • Stalemate
2000 • Terminal
2000 • Terminal
2000 • Terminal