اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Running down this road
With a knife in your hand
Your legs turn to led
She slits your throat
And grabs your hand
Hand in hand with your murderer
You sealed your own fate
Your life turned to gray
Sent to your grave
A lonely funeral
We all thought you were already dead
You've always been dead to us
Abandoning us to meet lips with your blade
Now I see the regret in your eyes
Her perfect look kills you again
And you can't escape
Some words to you
Listen well
Run off the path that the dead follow
Let go of the blade
Burn what you had
You can't escape
unless bleed your heart dry
she is inside of you
