اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Whispered like a breeze,
mute the sound relieves my pain.
Midst the machine.
Feed upon his stain.
Wasted lies to deny
This hollow space inside
Wasted time passes me by
Many times I've tried
Casted like a spell,
The need to feel has fled my will,
Still I can't tell
The emptiness to fill
Wasted lies to deny
This hollow space inside
Wasted time passes me by
Many times I've tried
Let light come in to taste
The glass evasive stare.
Like shifting tides the picture
Bends the many sides this story has.
