Slow Agony of a Dying Orgasm کے بول

We console ourselves by delusion We are bewildered and confused We do not know what to hold on to We are ashamed We are strangers to life What we shall hate What we shall love What we shall admire We are ashamed We are strangers to life We feel disgust towards the living life Night is a trap Darkness is relief Night is a trap Darkness is relief We console ourselves with an illusion