Unpalatablo کے بول

We're doomed aren't we? The hounds take no more Enough with the selfish gore I think I'll set the hounds free I'm losing, I'm shutting down, I want out I'm keeping my own tucked under borrowed wings I'm off it Don't you dare fight back, sir! Things were almost settled when dead you were Almost off the blue ones Won't take for granted that the one who moans Does it solely for flesh Does it solely for love I'm losing, I'm shutting down, I want out I'm keeping my own tucked under borrowed wings I'm off it, off with my head, I'm off it I'm hooked on it.