اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A new day - in static motion I drift
The atmosphere sinks into thegreayness of my soul
Slow apathy. Fermenting my senses
The nothingness. The formless void that is me
Mourning is the same way
The Drowning of a new day
The Surreal - the only truth I caress
Emptiness. My only fulfilment
My feeling - internal voidance
nowhere, is where I've progressed
Mourning is the same way
The Drowning of a new day
