اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I'm running through the fields of mist
Just to get out of that
The sense of mine arose at once
To leave the emptiness I please
Another sweetness light
You kept me under to delight
Another sweetness game
Paranoid
A thousand cradles of the fear
It's the harvest of my own
I thank the emptiness in my
That keeps her sanity in a cave of misery
