اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Kings feed on the blind to lead
Construct doctrine divine
Phantom breathing my lungs
Holy, worthy we’re one
Force us. Breed wills emptiness
We are hungry for free will
With lust we break the bonds
Tired trying release
Faith bleeds from mind
It grows a thirst for more to bleed
Burdened by lies for piece of mind
To cure disease
