Coma Crowd کے بول

Clouding our sleep... Years discord the unbelief Words. All you've said Wishes worn through the seam Scarring the ears Caustic whispers from you Only ourselves: left with the tears Mindless and empty, false and absurd In coma lies the the crowd Their sleep disturbed Stirring our dream Endless days, stars at night Fear becomes wings for your darkened flights Your friends are here to celebrate a serpents choice Only yourself, left with the tears So insincere, lifeless shades of selfishness Delicate death, accelerating taste of lead The pointed search, in vain now has ended Their hollow selves left with the tears