اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Feeling a mix of hate and compassion
Still meaner thoughts
Come up to one's mind
A self destructor burst
The snake swallows its own
Tail to choke
Never trust a good man
All the lack of misery
Justifies me dying inside in the circle
Of fire of your charity
I know all the answers
When I'm out to drink
Just like feeding the cancer
Betting on number thirteen
I've got no country
I don't see a reason
Ain't buying no good cause
To die for!
