الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
More like a chore than a privilege
To hear these words come out of my mouth
I'll be on repeat for the rest of my life
On fast forward and i'm losing
So when it's all over I'll have lost
Flattered and folded
Rotten and molded
Hear through the fog
Sift diamonds from the mud
Faith is truth is faith is true
Let it blow and bury you
