Mask Through Wounds کے بول

It seems endless this time I breathe for something but illusion And so it stops to fear To blindness reveals a lack Senses for time lost in mind Anger sleeps behind pain and lies Be back at morning to taste several points of aggression Choke the solid masks Choke the solid marks Choke the innocents wound Choke yourself, be honest It seems endless for a life I serve this instead it serves me And so it stopped the fear A lack of nonsense arrogance Subtle ways lead growing barriers Through unveiled places of hate Can be constructive once a time In lucid hands or various names Closing this place Misfortune brings back echoes A certain end in evidence Or seasons may fall to bring dark times in mind