اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Lying here in filth and ruin
Watching the spiders weave
Death tones blare behind my eyes
There's less than ever to believe
I've made a trench across each wrist
While roaches skitter madly
Echoes of too many days of life
Grow more silent gradually
Bleeding, seeing, pouring death
A red eternal dream
I conjure paths beyond the veil
It's my blood summoning
Staring at a shattered picture
Despair in every crack
Senses fleeting, heart bursts beating
Drowning in a haze of black
Puncture wounds, self made cocoons
It's too late to return
I plead to darkness, set me free
There's truth in death, I'm ready to learn
