Receiver के बोल

A deep sore dragged through ages The sores are my own, I know Wounds collected through a lifetime And wisdom I pick up along the way I received the spit from a snake And the snare cut real deep I was caught in her womb Something spreading in my veins Those walls I faced alone. I crept on bounded knees The own will just vanished. I wept my compassion away, with tears that flooded your heart. No river leads back to mine. I bow down in soil and whisper I gather strength to spread the disease