اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Focus
Picks up momentum
Find a thought has strayed
From the path of reason
Notice
How a small sensation
Has wound itself
To a pulse increasing
Rapid
As a pace has taken
Its place to block
All of my breathing
Knowing
As all is closing
Not a mind this time
The body is breaking
Draining
Regenerate this spiraling Mind
How will I be alright
When I'm Dead Inside
Moments
Turn into motion
With spinning thoughts
In all direction
Senses
Are resonating
As everything
Accelerating
Balance
Was a trace
Of something misplaced
Before all was uneven
Hanging
By a thread
The final shred
Of sanity remaining
Draining
Regenerate this
