Thrones کے بول

Pain only seems to silence You don't know where confusion is Awake or refute in a timely fashion These are the leisure wins, sight How many holes do I lay in? How many thrones are just make believe? I admit it, I did it I admit it, I did it Babe daydreaming on a screen Frozen chance overly The feelings we assign or leave in We stay inside, ’cause we believe we are surrounded I admit it, I did it I admit it, I did it The payment's in for the taking I admit it, I did it Falling ashes at my feet Wasted up in shadows in between The faces I know I would die to keep them from harm We stay inside 'Cause we concede we are surrounded Pain only seems to silence You don’t know where confusion is Awake or refute in a timely fashion These are the leisure wins