اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
So little or no
Knowledge of this
Inject into the heart
Fatal first kiss
So much, all too much
Feelings of guilt
Stare into your own eyes
Walls being built
Stay calm, don’t run
Put your gun down
In the hand of your love
Your tears will drown
Left inside it all
Leave it up to her
Breach the wailing wall
I won’t die unsure
Dissect your dead god
And repair it
Sharpen the chosen fork
And make it fit
