Phobia کے بول

Sorrows flows within my veins, Humanity's coldness grips my soul, I can hear the silent screams, A disease takes control. Dismay slowly begins to rule my life, Isolation from the mass activates my withering, A dark star is the guide of my ending path, I've chosen the wrong way to play the game. Creating a mask, Hide the truth, Deny what's so real, Dance on the grave! Depressive is what I've become, I tried to run the wrong path. Reality grips my appearance, Accept my illness And face the truth. And so I try to make my life. Hold my hand and lead me through. Beyond the gates of twilight, Where in the end I free my mind.