اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Prophecy crushing me
Singing praise, leaving weak
Violent empathy
Drowning in brevity
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
I scream silently
Graciousness dies in me
Pity lies dying, breathlessly sighing
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
You're not the kind of thing I let dance with my devils
