Dusted کے بول

Comes the sign of wasted times I will wait no more Ever trudging through the aimless Forests we explore In our boots and money chains Misfitting cloaks we can't contain Hidden hates of urgency Declaring our emergency And up the tallest window world The distance was not clear Unoccupied my brutish thoughts We had no cause to fear A lesson so severe Hotter than the fire we built Darker than the truth Ignorance reflected in the windows of our youth Push me now beyond the bounds Of healing hands and thorny crowns And all the sadness it implies I've tasted with my own two eyes And as the cattlerack was cleared The floor was brightly stained And larger though we grew in size Not a thing was gained ...The fate as so ordained