Futile کے بول

You must have known your future When you took your first three steps The emptiness surrounding you until your fatal end The foolish chances that you took add up to your demise The drugs you took and now it looks as though you've compromised What's in that bottle you keep on the shelf Losing, abusing your self - hatred (hatred) Did you think that road would lead to sanctuary content Security eluding you no matter where you went You must have known, you must have seen A vision of what you could have been A chemical reaction blocked you out What's in that bottle you keep on the shelf Losing, abusing your self - hatred (hatred) hatred (hatred) hatred (hatred)