اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My heart pumps this bloodrush
'till my legs numb
My sweat drips down my face
Clears my vison
I battle myself;
I battle
Keep my hands from your throat
For this silence
Keep my voice from my throat
For this silence
Ibattle my self
Swollow down now
Whole
Bitter pill unfolds
This bitter pill he swollows takes the tension
He's lost control of his hands
Control of steps
Somewhere he fears
Was almost sure
Could never happen to him
Satisfy himself
When this pill is dissolved
In his suffering body
He'll lay there stiff and shamefully
Guilty acts laced with fear
Lie the knots to be
Temporarily secure
Guilty acts laced with fear
Lie the knots to be lost
In his lies...
