Seven Faces کے بول

I will cut letters out from my skin I'll write characters with my blood I'll draw my faces with my ribs I'll form the tumble of my god 'Cause he failed me, I overkill He failed me with my last will I draw my faces with my ribs, I scratch seven lines into you You can't escape from my grip, but you've had the chance all through You're laying next to me on the ground It's not my face what you have found Where the beast sleeps lightly we find Almighty Dead... go! Lust, pride, wrath, envy - I feel so empty Lust, wroth, sloth, gluttony - I am your worst enemy Now I see, you are just dying next to me I was too blind to realize There's something more in your eyes I'm not alone... 'Cause he failed me, I overkill He failed me with my last will Where I am nobody, you feel my body Lust, pride, wrath, envy - I feel so empty Lust, wroth, sloth, gluttony - I am your worst enemy