اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I see the sparrows are gathering and singing all in unison
I see the burglars are sharing their spoils and growing into wealthy men
I see the product of this timeline running circles around old wisdom
And in the mirror although I try to fight it I see who i'll be and who I've always been
I see tired traditions and dead letters pulling the wool over eyes
Of children led by leashes through labyrinths so far from anything divine
I see the council men counting their coin and lining tired workers in rows
And then calling out the sick and tell them they must continue work
If they expect a funeral.
