Dead Words Speak کے بول

Ailments of grey Cover these hurtful limbs A seething anger grows Voiceless come your calls Dead words speak (They speak to me at night And sometimes I get frightened) Gives no peace (They give no peace at night And sometime I'll get frightened 'Cause sometimes they are right) I can't seem to rid this burden I bear Ghost of misty mornings, please, disappear It sickens and destroys Everything I've built And tears down the walls With anger and guilt Dead words speak (They speak to me at night And sometimes I get frightened) Give no peace (They hunt me at night And sometimes I get frightened 'Cause sometimes they are right) I can't seem to rid this burden I bear Ghost of misty mornings, please, disappear