Age of Panic

Kishore Kumar Hits — Age of Panic - Final Words текст песни

Исполнитель: Age of Panic

альбом: Blades Drawn

With night comes the burden
A familiar touch of foolish emotion Expectations never met
Dreams dying
Wasting time and begging for silence
Acts of lovelessness and loss
Vindictive
Defective
Weighed down by sorrow
Hang me by my many mistakes
Gut me by the blade of my faults
I have nothing left to give
Despise myself
Despise the weak
I must always remember
That part of this gift is to suffer
Suffer
Suffer
Suffer
Part of this gift is to suffer

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