اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Leeches, like leeches
"Ignorance we trust"
If you say this way
I'll take that way
Fuel for the fire on which I thrive
Spit me out
I'm glad I don't belong
Save me the speech
You'll be forgotten and gone
It burns, It rips, It hurts
They make you bleed your turn
The chance of a lifetime, how does it feel to be alive?
Leeches, they preach to us
Words of wisdom from blocked minds.
A tear for the poer that can't be hear
(and) praise the artist that steals
