Chasing The Truth کے بول

Burning fields of mind Submitted, trampled, rejected Sown with the seeds of lies You like it, you need it, you choose it Everytime I look into your eyes There is only void, nothing inside Something is lost without a trace Ashes of soul is all that remains Truth, where do you hide? Who builds the walls around you? Where, where will I find You in the solitude? Everytime I look at people around There is only void, nothing inside Lives built in mire of impudent lies Erected on sand from the hypocritical land Truth, where do you hide? Who builds the walls around you? Where, where will I find You in the solitude? Whores writhe in ecstasies Flaccid, pitiful Rags of lies uncover their bodies Eaten by the moth of traditions