A Round کے بول

A moment caught me Said nice to meet you again I hope that you’ve been keeping well Cut into pieces Living in a heaven and hell I hope that I know us again But Who can see me Watch me going down Down, down, down Formed by notions As spoon-fed virtue ascends Riddled with timber to fell Oh, mother taught me well Conversations slipped as the axis changed Forced to blame insane and unwell Blood in the water The grandest gesture one tells I hope that I see them again It gently haunts me As I drink from the well Guess no one is coming again But who can see me Watch me going down Down, down, down