Trudging کے بول

I've been trudging through the fog I cannot see too clearly The smog burns at my eyes And it clutches at my windpipe Tightly clutches at my windpipe I've been trudging through this fog I'm trudging Breathing is a goddamn job The only one that I can find Living is a fuckin' chore One that I do daily Yes, one that I do daily I've been trudging... Must rise up out of clouds There is a stomach lining At the end of the tainted rainbow There is nothing much worth finding There is nothing much worth finding I've been trudging...