اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Flightless, we stand
Firmly on the cursed soil
Was there a war to win?
Racing the clock to no avail
Life has come to a halt
We're still compelled to carry on
Deterioration sets in
Times of forfeiture
A lingering ghost of what once was
Absent-minded, obsolete
Warning signs were ignored
Plunging towards the crossroads
Degraded to nothing
Dead end existence
I turned every wretched stone
Degraded to nothing in toxic thought
I just don't know where to turn
I just do not know
