اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
No regrets, of this path I've chose to take
Live or die, I'll face my own fate alone
Docile blank eyes stare back at me
Futile attempt to change my beliefs
Closed thoughts from closed minds
Will leave us obsolete
Slumber and die dissolving inside
There is no looking back, no dwelling on a grave
Keep your useless warnings for you useful slaves
So frightened and moribund
So stagnant and distraught
So feeble yet obstinate
Athirst for dissonance
Hostile, blank eyes stare back at me
With programmed contempt questioning what I see
Closed thoughts from closed minds
Will leave us obsolete
Slumber and die dissolving inside
Tremulant, ideologue, no recourse, no resolve
There are no victims here there are no innocent
There is no sense of peace and there shall never be
No intrepid beings, no unflinching souls
Only treacherous and serpentine beings
No recourse, no resolve
Don't pray for us don't hope for us
Don't wish us to be as you are
Tremulant, ideologue, no recourse, no resolve
There is no looking back, no dwelling on a grave
Keep your useless warnings for you useful slaves
So frightened and moribund
So stagnant and distraught
So feeble yet obstinate
Athirst for dissonance
