The Prophet Of Woe کے بول

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see The dark mist in my mind Enables me to feel Trying to understand the movements But they are just black holes And the edges aren't sharp enough To carry me home I see your mouth move But i don't understand a word We're living different lives But we share the same world Trying to understand the movements But they are just black holes And the edges aren't sharp enough To carry me home I've gone deeper into What i use to hide from All that is left now is Dead flowers and dirty diamonds Look into my eyes, tell me what you see The dark mist in my mind Enables me to feel Trying to understand the movements But they are just black holes And the edges aren't sharp enough To carry me home I've gone deeper into What i use to hide from All that is left now is Dead flowers and dirty diamonds