اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
So it comes to this
Such promise through eyes of youth
A child's blinkered view
The world that could have been
I've struggled with the truth
Denied the filth I've seen
A hope for a better tomorrow
For fruit amongst the thorn
This life has long since rotted
All happiness stillborn
No solace 'midst a spreading mist
Of helplessness and scorn
There waits a new horizon
A calm surpassing storm
An emptiness so beautiful
A nothingness so sublime
This Godless void internal
Echoes from a soulless cry
The pain of life is killing me
Just let me fucking die.
