Fatalism کے بول

I feel no pain Demulcent rain You know I lie Self-assertion purify Ropes of praise detached Newborn's cinnamon pledge Just pretend it's good Fatalism confirmed Who said it's true? I won't be frustrated - I'm obsessed I won't be distracted - you're just like the rest Got brand new rules but the game stays the same I'm not gonna leave now - I just came I feel no fear Climax theory They killed a few Who said they'll kill you too? Ropes of praise detached By my good old cinnamon pledge Dreams have always been torn just to be Sewed up with care - I was born to see: Without doubt you're secured Fatalism's our cure No excuses They're just common bruises No resets No regrets...