Rehashed کے بول

My head never rests on my shoulders facing the sun I struggle to walk The burden of this guilt i hide from you is growing You'll never know what it is This is the kind of person that i am This is the kind of person i've turned into In time of song i am the kamikaze dreamer Clog my own throat; swallowed by color-tortured slumber Now flying high i am the kamikaze dreamer Gouge out my eyes; swallowed by color-tortured slumber It becomes harder to breathe or think clearly Remorse instigates an overkill of self-loathing the older i get So i'll rest my deadbeat tongue, you'll dismiss me anyway