Wise Counselor کے بول

On my way to fucking Hell, got something to say I saw you at a corner, corner of a dream Naked inside a liquid, or a screen of face She starts seeking love in me, eat my soul at least You, fucking bastard just killed, just kill the lover I can see the only way, a few steps to go Addiction right in your face, next time suffering Too many worms to delight, They would not be playing See your time breaking out We aren't free to fly Pray or die But my love should try See your life burning out We aren't free to try Lack courage Bravery lack Missed my inner-welfare flask, it's right in my hand I'm wise, you're clean and so strong, even when I sin I ignore my fucking life, and my existence In my psychie, no freedom, great Wise counselor