اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Distraction crossing my mind
Words twisting outside themselves again
Embedded and red
Breath is fading out
Consecration swallows all that I was
Your touch opens the wound
Agreement follows blistering pain
Fever-touched flesh
Wishing there was nothing left
Desperate for lies to unfold heaven
Intolerant smiles
Ever-watching seas of greed
You want to take it away
I can taste the blood on the back of my throat
Nothing like your hatred to give me new hope
I look out,
I see all your gaping mouths, eyes burning
Distractions hold somewhat true
Mine is only half.
Let me out.
Isolate.
