Hope کے بول

You have a felling in your face This feeling angelic and pure That’s only used in disgrace It lies to make you secure I don’t know how it can exist This feeling that eludes more and more Listen you scream and call on hope Just decrease my remorse What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? I don’t know how it can exist Subjection should be the name For this shit and great shame I don’t know how it can exist What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? You have a felling in your face This feeling angelic and pure That’s only used in disgrace It lies to make you secure What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? I have a feeling in my face This feeling is far to be pure Now I'm living on the cage Afraid, cold and insecure You make me suffer everyday My hate grows more and more You told me to destroy my hope Now hear my scream wherever you go What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?