Revival کے بول

Again I stare Without really being able to -Illusions The verity terrifies The dreams, the lies I deify In despair I fail to understand Whether the dreams create the scruples Or the other way around As the eyes begin to sting I am swallowed by an abstract state The spirit of indifference is here Apathetic, searching The sorrow feels preposterous Within this psychotic chaos The will smoothers With the spew from the past Weakened I dry out the faith And then kiss its forehead Uncertain Slavering This inner desperation is sort of religious (Apocalyptic) No clammy hands can alter me My God Alleviate the many distressed I firmly proclaim Hand out the water to those who thirst