Rot کے بول

I can't hold my head up in this dark room anymore I need a lightning bolt to raise me from this grave Here comes fresh fire Fresh fire, fresh fire So infatuated by the darkness and so surrounded by the light Oh my God, save my soul And still I want what's pure and want what's right But I need another fix tonight Oh my God, save my soul Beneath her glowing eyes that call like fire to a moth The most disgusting lies are dressed in beauty that'll rot Oh my God, you've won the coldest battle we've fought Deliverance is mine, from all this beauty that'll rot Mirror mirror on the wall, will there be glory if I fall? Oh my God, save my soul I need a faith that's solid as concrete, but the impact's broken both my knees Oh my God, save my soul Beneath her glowing eyes that call like fire to a moth The most disgusting lies are dressed in beauty that'll rot Oh my God, you've won the coldest battle we've fought Deliverance is mine, from all this beauty that'll rot Don't wanna rot I can't hold my head up in this dark room anymore I need a lightning bolt to raise me from this grave Here comes fresh fire Breathtaking blinding truth, freedom I never knew Oh my God, you've won the coldest battle we've fought Deliverance is mine, from all this beauty that'll rot