اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
my brain is slow
to catch up with all the joy
it's everywhere
clouded by only filth
i've left a trail of bodies
in my wake
up to ?? ??
through all these years
about the wrong way
to get around
i don't remember when
i left the ground
there is a lot of homework
let's settle down
from the passing storm
there are we
two dreams have reached
every nerve ending all
possibilities
for a spectacular
floral choral moralistic light
