Surrounded کے بول

I am not my father's son I don't belong to anyone You're losing yourself Slowly disappearing Already gone, endless You're losing yourself Slowly disappearing Caught in your skin, surrounded I am not my father's son I am not anyone anymore You're losing yourself Slowly disappearing Caught in your skin, surrounded History deletes itself We're holding on to something else History deletes itself We're holding on to something else History deletes itself We're holding on to something else