In Purity के बोल

I hold myself, Flowing into you, I'm letting go… I crush myself, Flowing into you, All dreams are gone… I'll let it cry; I'll let it fade; With this sound in you; I'll let it go… I'll let it cry; I'll let fade; With this pain in you, All dreams are gone. I layed and died ... With this rope in you; The dream is gone… I hold myself; With this pain in you, I`m letting it go… I'll let it cry; I'll let it fade; All music's gone. I'll let it go… I'll let it cry; I'll let fade; With this pain in you, All music's gone. "I'll never loose myself… I hate my; I hate my soul…"