Mud Bath کے بول

In our quest for success we trampled everything beneath our feet overlooking human suffering. We bathe in our glory all excess down the drain into the sea reducing fertile life to the mud that we sling. Who is it that we call, our enemy? Is it my closest friend? I have my doubts why does shit have to be a problem for you? What if we are born to die like this? In our quest to repress we fucked up everything beneath our feet overlooking natural suffering. While they bathe in all our oil that we pour down the drain into the sea reducing fertile life to the mud that we sling. Who is it that we call, our enemy? Is it my closest friend? I have my doubts why does shit have to be a problem for you? What if we are born to die like this? We had our fears Had our doubts We made our choices. Who is it that we call, our enemy? Is it my closest friend? I have my doubts why does shit have to be a problem for you? What if we are born to die like this? We had our fears Had our doubts We made our choices. It seems that we're always wrong no fear what if I pretend to give a shit about my placement among peers. Hope is gone, we have failed to save anyone here. We have no fear. We have no fear. We have no fear. We have no fear. We have no fear.