Fable کے بول

Alarmed by fascination The darkness in me grows A moment's hesitation The dark assumes control Really, I don't know what matters I only know two things The first it is the flower that flatters The second is a scorpion stings Well I'm giving up on a wish in the well Alright I'm sick and tired of trying to tell Whether I am facing front or back Waiting in line Let me sling this fable Have you seen the papers? They're written from a bird's eye view Unsafe beneath the surface of saviors They can't see me or you well I'm giving up on a wish in the well I'm sick and tired of trying to tell Whether I am facing front or back Waiting in line Let me sling this fable Well the future came today The alarm bell sounds the stage While these fools twiddle their thumbs Something wicked this way comes I'm giving up on a wish in the well I'm sick and tired of trying to tell I'm giving up on a wish in the well my love I'm sick and tired Whether I am facing front or back Waiting in line Let me sling this fable Another wish, another well I'm giving up on a wish in the well I'm sick and tired of trying to tell Oh, I'm giving up on a wish in the well I'm giving up on a wish in the well