Pain کے بول

portraits; all over this wall murdered morals taking my fall velvet footsteps caressing the floor listen carefully; i want to be shure the pig is laughing; moments of doubt addicted to hatred; forcing the pain all these portraits remind me of the water is burning; forcing away slip into the sin of living has been forgiven i ask for war (but) i'm getting more i don't understand i suck the barrel i lick the bullet it removes my mind to a faraway place where there's still space for my kind the pig is laughing; moments of doubt addicted to hatred; forcing the pain