Strained کے بول

The blood has dried the time has past We're not devices built to last But somehow, someway, we just keep going So frayed, so strained, crushed By the weight of the world But somehow, someway, I just keep going Like tore-up ragged toys That stitches couldn't mend I don't think we'll break But we'll surely bend Each day, burn out, feeling strained Each night spent looking for escape All the madness just won't go away Your voice, a hollow echo From a distant yesterday Pull me into obsolescence Push me to depravity And my mind's on fire Overwhelmed and distending Sedated by your essence Lulled into complacency