Me Crying کے بول

The pain drops black - out of my heart Depressions embrace my dark sick soul Voices called from the field beneath A never ending story of old told pain The thoughts - my dreams - their wishes The spell - my might - their rise You are the spirit in my veins The end of my daydream I hate you I hate you - fuckers My cries for fate are too still Silence is the end of all days I hate you I hate you - bastard The pain drops black - out of my heart Depressions embrace my dark sick soul Voices called from the field beneath A never ending story of old told pain The thoughts - my dreams - their wishes The spell - my might - their rise I hate you - all