Pointing Fingers کے بول

I'm in a rut, a drought Gasping for relief When will it finally be My turn to breathe so easily You pick again The bitter taste of blood Some days it still tastes so sweet Karma won't turn the other cheek Are you aware You put the cross on me to bear My heart a gilded cage From which I will escape I won't accept the silence Your words like puppet strings But you won't clip these wings The truth is on the horizon Separating from the image I present Who knows where she went? Rebuild what I have left Say his name Ghost who haunts my dreams You run from your crimes You can't escape them this time Are you aware You put the cross on me to bear My heart a gilded cage From which I will escape I won't accept the silence Your words like puppet strings But you won't clip these wings The truth is on the horizon Are you aware You put the cross on me to bear My heart a gilded cage From which I will escape I won't accept the silence Your words like puppet strings But you won't clip these wings The truth is on the horizon