اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Stigmata
Stigmata
There are holes in my hands
There are holes in my feet
Sitting on the fence
The old and the young
For your protection
I can’t move my hands
Climbing at all will cut them
Staring at the fence
They want to cage me
Incarcerate me
If I don’t climb
I will never ever
Escape this life
