الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Toss this ball in your conscience
Throw it up
Catch it on the way down
Who are we to suppress our dreams?
I set them free
I make them be!
I'll make you bleed
Whether through death or a fine-toothed comb
Brush it back
Brush it through the thoughts you've chosen
Trillions of people chucked their brains in a casket
Call it a tragedy!
Is there anybody home inside?
Is there anybody home inside this head of mine?
Christ, where do we even begin?
