اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Alone these hands are hollow, calming echo
And now the night approaches, dark tide swallows
The night it peaks to whisper, here I follow...
Slowly separate become machine,
Marching one by one while washing clean.
Alone they found me empty. Here I go down before
Alone with one eye open, capture my shadow
And as the night approaches, dark tide swallows
The night it peaks to whisper, here I follow...
Slowly separate become machine.
Marching one by one they're washing clean again
Slowly separate become machine...
Colors fade to numbers steal my everything
