Abyss کے بول

Never will you find the reasons Sand is just a broken stone Love it changes with the seasons In the dark I read the lines upon your hand Junkies, intellects and preachers All addicted to your clans Caged by ribs sits the believer With less friends than fingers on one hand When silence speaks free When no ones home When cold and lucid When bruised and torn Look into your abyss Nothing tastes like this Look into.... Is what you see here what you wanted? No soft lens, no violins Like the gray eyes of a dead man The mirror always stares I've got a little riddle in my head What's the little riddle in your head? Look into your abyss