Worsening کے بول

Birth was like a fat black tongue Dripping tar and dung and dye Slowly into my shivering eyes I might walk upright But then again I might still try to die Never prayed, never paid any attention Never felt any affection Never a lot of thought to life I might walk upright But then again I might still try to die Where is God when you hate him most When the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robes Hell that sits below, of you would do well to bellow At the cold, the lifeless, the worsening souls Where is God when you hate him most When the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robes Hell that sits below, of you would do well to bellow At the cold