My Grotesque کے بول

I’m on the front line of your misery I’m falling down, you’ll follow me We fall down Until we hit the ground In this place I shall embrace My grotesque My inner plague And in this place You won’t see my face My grotesque My inner curse Can i please die now? Let me go away Cause i don’t want you to share My disease Please don’t look at me This the curse of former vanity That’s what i deserve, So please don’t pity me I fall down Until i hit the ground The endless fear To fail To be so near But so far away In this place I shall embrace My grotesque My inner plague In this place You won’t see my face My grotesque My inner curse Can i please die now? Let me go away I don’t want you to share My disease Please don’t look at me