اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Fear steals a voice
The price paid for dreaming
This is the cloud
that lumbers across vision
A canopy of paranoia
threatening light
at its sting
Visions of existence
appear and recede
for isn't it the end
that makes passion rise
And isn't it the during
that raises the chalice
of tears
