Celebrate کے بول

Let's celebrate our weakness Let's celebrate the time we have lost Trying to find us And lost ourselves even more Even more The king that appoint you Will be the same that kills The golden in your pocket Was drawn with blood Of our hands But I still breath And I can say that I'm not the devil And I will celebrate by all defeated All defeated The king that appoint you Will be the same that kills The golden in your pocket Was drawn with blood Of our hands The king that appoint you Will be the same that kills The golden in your pocket Was drawn with blood Of our hands