Stutter کے بول

At the center of a firestorm, with heart so crushed I reach the line Lash out, let common sense go blind I was tortured after all, by a fickle heart and shallow mind With stuttered speech I'm going blind I'm gonna make it So you cannot kill me Won’t be falling down down down I’ve been told it all before, that I’m the product of a weak and shallow mind Confess that faith is for the blind But why should I turn away, in a world so full of wandering Where the blind lead the blind, have we lost our minds I'm gonna make it So you cannot kill me Won’t be falling down down down I'm gonna make it So you cannot kill me Won’t be falling down down down