Burn In The Gut کے بول

The future fades The past is all that's left Clutching a perfect knife I push them away Say things I might regret To change my fucking life The pull in my chest That damn burn in my gut Regret, nervousness Is this all I know? How can one person in the crowd be alone? Feeble ones pass by, delicate and dead I once knew myself I once knew happiness Was that just my youth? Were things never true? The pull in my chest That damn burn in my gut Regret, nervousness Is this all I know? Our experience lives mainly through our screens So that we can breathe and not really live How can one person be the crowd all alone? Building our demise Fucking up our lives Machines have the say? Machines have the say? No... fuck them all! Our revival coming not from above Screaming within Our revival won't come!