اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
One day we'll be dead bodies
Controlled machines without emotions
Stared at hopeless of the life
Slaves of imaginary happiness
Representatives of artificial world
Killed and smothered freedom
In prisoners of dead earth
Truth which loses its breathe
Is watched by black eye the future
Once listening of a wise man words
The answer was the man
Today the wind shattered all hope
Material between creators
Moulded of brittle clay reflection of invisible gods
