اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
As you wake from your sleep,
A proud father displays his trophy.
But now, your sensitive to sound.
I've soaked anger through your atoms.
It resonates a curse.
I've soaked hatred through your atoms.
In every form and every word.
He's an animal, all bite and bark.
Clawing and scratching at the bone.
Oh be patient my love, he knows not what he does.
Few will morn above his grave, and his life of curses.
You unleashed upon a mother
All of your fear.
And now it's redirected through the womb.
Why don't you hit me like a man?
