Ritual کے بول

Wait until all is frost And you count a cruel letter Trying to define, unhappen So gone away Shotgun gave his report No more hope or noon pheasants Driving with eyeballs inverted Free mind drain Won't somebody please help me with my head? 'Cuz I see movement in the corner of my eye I got that feelin' the bugs are watching me Sometimes I wonder if the bugs are really there Pillz untillz we are fillz Now cry: Why? And rue heaven Counting your fate on one finger Grow hate feel Wait until all is frost And you count a cruel letter Trying to define, unhappen So gone away Let me ask you something: Why are you alive? It's circular. What's the point? So many patterns steal the day Race from the phantoms, we build away It's your ritual Pillz untillz we are fillz Now cry: Why? And rue heaven Counting your fate on one finger Grow hate feel Wait until all is frost And you count a cruel letter Trying to define, unhappen So gone away