اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The days blow by in agile moments of clarity and blind despair.
With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile come through
Here and there. you put your faith in living, but youthful
Idealism is no longer welcome here. i'm not dead yet. hopes not
Dead yet. a hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the
Charity of last years hell. your vain eyes show no respect, just
Loss of recognition broken spirit burnt out will. sing a song of
Cynicism a foul smell of shit decay and degradation in the midst
Of celebration. i'm not dead yet. hopes not dead yet.
