Ghost Side کے بول

Have things / I had forgotten They would have not be said Bows whom never they will loosen And I feel that I am leaving this place Why you dropped your guns? Why you dropped your guns? Why you dropped your guns? Why you dropped your fucking guns? Hearing wrong words Dreaming right nightmares I'll be always here I am your trick of bad taste Hearing wrong words Dreaming right nightmares In the end, I know I am your trick of bad taste Have dreams / Oh…I remember They would have not be dreamed I want what this exterior smile Cover this infernal pain I know that I am little I know that my words are badly said Twisting all inside of me Feeling a ghost So lost how your soul See me break inside To be unnoticed Unreal thoughts Unreal words