Psychotheque کے بول

Suddenly he fell from light to darkness Different scenery, a different prospect Different dull colours before his eyes Strange flares all around So many snares on the ground Narrow and twisted ways Lead to another place... Psychotheque... Psychotheque... Walking and talking to itself Forgetting reality and truth Through a myriad of questions Through an unlikely wood Tall trees too near Make a perfect maze And with his growing fear He tries to get over this deep haze Psychotheque... Psychotheque... Trying to turn away... Turn away this place... He should to get away from himself? He should to get away from himself? He should to get away from himself? He should to get away from himself?