اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
dead acres set us apart light years away
our self consciousness ties the knot to the
rope that keeps the distance my emotions pull
me from every direction focusing on dismemberment four walls of confusion closing in smothering me
my emotions tear me apart dismember me i don't
feel welcome into your forest light years away
light years apart cast away into the barren desert
by the illusion created by my looking glass self
i sent myself into this starvation nowhere to
harvest a sense of genuinity in this wasteland
left to starve stranded abandoned beneath these dead acres.
