اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The sound of the slow-paced harmony
I ache and fear
The discomfort speech drilling my spine
The master instructs me to follow my instincts
Down over my head
Silence
Nothing unpleasant has yet been said
Awaits the manipulating self
Easier to deal with anger and shame
Come the shadows
Drown the whispers
All will wither
So I leave this place that makes you ill
