اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
There's no heart in no faint solution
There's no last, just a pulse that aain now fades away
Bereavements? no third nor fifth repetition
(the odds and evens of a present pain)
Beneath a cortex to please the pleasant
It's this step down i built...
Ruled in selfrules
It's your lifetime's point
The stage in a blissful pain,
Just a stage...
Recall your cyphred bluntness,
For which you were meant to please.
Dragged out by a miliard thoughts,
It took your time to turn to me.
All in all, all's to be lost,
To travel down within the coil.
Frailty, misconception,
A lost strifle in a season's end.
It took your time to turn to me...
