اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Disillusion takes my mind on this cold November morning
To another place in time it removes me without warning
Now my passenger is life, circumstance is my abuser
And we juggle wrong from right to confuse her.
Spare my eyes I burn my youth with this conviction
Time and time I hide the truth with my addiction
This condition is my shrine
Like the crooked hand that moulds me
Superstitiously divine, repetition still controls me
When compassion will combine
Like a fashion for the fruitless
Every consequence will shine and delude us
Spare my eyes I burn my youth with this conviction
Time and time I hide the truth with my addiction
Round a round and round it goes
Perdition wares the emperor’s new clothes
And I go with this motion
Don’t take for your single self
These spoken words of consequence
Human nature kills a king time erases everything
Spare my eyes I burn my youth with this conviction
Time and time I hide the truth with my addiction
Round a round and round it goes
Perdition wares the emperor’s new clothes
And I go with this motion
