Epitome کے بول

Out of out of an observation through an undead nation Should I believe in things I've never thought is right A narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sour And if you see a kite we could be flying high And if it's ok that now you're laughing over someone And i'm sure you will have a happy time to be And if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on upside The smile is seize to siege for everybody so... Why ? And I was wrong quite right cha' never told me to shut up There are crazy things that trying to be hide I stay awake all night as long as I have me... hey... Bury a cheese of mice so we could be nice for life How ? how ? how ? Hooo... Oooo Hooo... Oooo So i need you... Out of out an... yeah...