swallows کے بول

A rhythm that walks by itself Feel them close behind The hairs on my back on end From what comes to mind And my head's on a plate if I go There's a price on my head if I don't Gotta rip it apart and swallow once more Leaning on a friend To be my shining knight We will laugh about this when Our cuts have healed with time There's a name on the box, I don't know Where the spider's web ceases to grow All the ransom paid with my soul, my soul A life of disbelief does not make us dance I built a society with future prospects A life of disbelief does not make us dance I built a society with future prospects A life of disbelief does not make us dance (A life of disbelief does not make us dance) I built a society with future prospects (I built a society with future prospects) A life of disbelief does not make us dance (A life of disbelief does not make us dance) I built a society with future prospects, ah-ha (I built a society with future prospects)