Insomnia کے بول

Exposed to the devil's street. I'm wearing hate under my Faces, I can not recognize. Insomniac, so cold, Identity gets blurred, I'm hiding those skins for too long. I wage my war , This is my own fucking war Deceptions On every fucking single thought, No one will ever Push this out of me. There is no contrast when everything gets blurred There is nothing true Is the whole world running backwards ? Is this the right place to find a path? Is anyone hearing Those screams for aid ? Insomniac, so cold, Identity gets blurred, I'm hiding Those skins for too long.