Sleepers کے بول

Prophet of doom blames my tears Everything has gone in the dark Prophet of doom blames my tears Everything has gone in the dark Looking back on yesterday Looking back of yesterday of me The touch of a cold blunts my thought The touch of warm draws dim memory It's in the sky I'll try to confute myself in front of me I'll try to confute myself in front of me Looking back on yesterday Looking back of yesterday of me The touch of a cold blunts my thought The touch of warm draws dim memory It's in the sky I put the little paper which the meaningless number Is written away in the pocket And go out of the cube to shine My memory, my reflection, my fuckin' sin I shut my eyes and bite my tongue Prophet of doom blames my tears Prophet of doom, she blames my fuckin' tears No, i may go fuckin' mad from the cause No, i may go fuckin' mad from the cause I'll try to confute myself in front of me I'll try to confute myself in front of me In front of fuckin' me