اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Rise above the sentiment
Be at one with the acknowledgement
Turn over obstacles, throwing down gauntlets
Like the back of your hand... Back of your hand
I will lead people portrayed as rats
Light the way and prepare to reflect
Now that the search goes on
For another time to live
I might as well be gone, but I
Tend to always come back in the end... In the end
A subliminal exile, judgements in sleep
Left over life goals, buried in the deep
Let me emphasize... The need
Let me categorize... The seeds
We have planted to reject all our hopes
Now that the search goes on
For another time to live
I might as well be gone, but I
Tend to always come back in the end... In the end
Last call for admitting your failures
They keep you hanging around
It's now or never - reveal all the gestures
You have made to keep the pain within bounds
Within bounds...
Now that the search goes on
For another time to live
I might as well be gone, but I
Tend to always come back in the end... In the end
Now that the search goes on
For another time to live
I might as well be gone, but I
Tend to always come back in the end... In the end
