360 Seconds کے بول

Your six minutes of depression have past The life you lived behind the mask was brought up at a meeting last night Nothing left to worry about the truth sneaks up on you sometime Your forever engagement with in your four walls is out So i guess its fate Past times of contradicting are done Dispose of your ideas that were ment to cripple me Your next 6 minutes will be the last time to take in the refreshing breate of freedom Your secrets out You never won that trophy But bravo you might have just one another derogatory title It happened once same on you but now twice shame on me Water rolls down your window to show what your future holds Dark wet and cold So i guess your 6 minutes of depression are just starting Did they ever end? Or is it an ongoing matter? Reaccurence? 360 seconds, baste in your misery