Flawed کے بول

Why when I jump do I fall? And why does the green move on its side? When will the dark come again? And why in the first place does it come at all? I dont need the sky on my side its okay but its flawed, its dirty, well clean it And Ill run for my dinner, Ill stab with a stick and Ill live. Yes, Im flawed. Where does this mass come to end? Situated am I no one knows where Trip over, Ill break my insides A red fusion of liquid, curiosity kills I dont need the sky on my side its okay but its flawed, its dirty, well clean it And Ill run for my dinner, Ill stab with a stick and Ill live. Yes, Im flawed, flawed. Why when I jump do I fall? And why does the green move on its side?