Blackwater Park
Blows you face off, but relaxes to let you touch your face, giving you a fakse sense of security, but then continues to rip your face of in a powerful wind. At the end of your song, with no skin left on your face, you melt into a little puddle of goop.
Your turn
Blows you face off, but relaxes to let you touch your face, giving you a fakse sense of security, but then continues to rip your face of in a powerful wind. At the end of your song, with no skin left on your face, you melt into a little puddle of goop.
Your turn