When Mutation Becomes Homicidal کے بول

It has to breathe Work,don't insult Passion made me murder Whatsoever It loves on its own The work is now done A glare in eyes unveils many stories And so are yours I'm wrecked down Striked on the ground I nearly faint But I don't deserve to get spared I feel it bleed I feel it bleed Now the floor gets covered in my guts I can't hold them back with my hands Nature takes back what it belongs With hate it strikes It stands proud in front of me Presenting his love for what we have done