Expirations کے بول

Who are you to tell me this is permanent? Are you not convinced by our afflictions That there is a lapse refusing to let us advance Or are you fixed on rejection? For eight nights, I watched, as our race died The cause, as in my visions, has left us in refute White flags are not enough, I want them red White flags are not enough, I want them red Take care of the defensive And cease all witnesses You could have prevented this But now your cries are left unheard I'm thirsty for control I'm starving for that final word You could have prevented this Prepare for the worst, but give in to nothing Who are you to tell me is permanent