Self Shame کے بول

The world is not the same Here is all the shame we carry up our arms The world is not the same We carry on our veins all the pain somehow Well, he is not the same And we can not pay for play In a world without law Well, he is not the same I can not use the pen to write my shame now The world is not the same Here is all the shame we carry up our arms The world is not the same We carry on our veins all the pain somehow Well, he is not the same And we can not pay for play In a world without law Well, he is not the same I can not use the pen to write my shame now