On The Sun کے بول

My thirst is my sorrow nothing seems to be worth the look of my eye Everything lies everything stinks It stinks of lies Sense and fortune and beauty it's all a fucking fake Nothing seems to be worth the look of my eye My thirst is my sorrow sorrooooow Everything lies everything stinks It stinks of lies it stinks of lies Don't you smell the odour of the flourishing and unadmited decay I'm always on the run from myfuckingself I'm too afraid to find myself There's nothing I thought of as much as of myself And still there's nothing I know less about