freaqualized کے بول

Best to crawl and leave no trace These dusty paths call for a chase Escape the sweet machinery Thrusting oil like blood to burn in me It cooks and boils and strives to prosper Passive, I submit to failure As I sense the sudden strength Of one who knows and longs to hold my hand Plummeting beyond control Captured, force-fed, overruled Stretch your arms and pull me back Before clarity invades my eyes Grab for gold that glows and gleams And caress a truth beyond belief A freight to dump on virgin grounds To remain sealed and never to be found Told about the paths you walked Stolen, trampled, left behind Bring your light astonishing And once again be part of mine ...But better crawl and leave no trace And shut your ears and hide your face The sickening truth I've given birth to Is dwelling with fury, is out for you