Black Market Hell کے بول

My wings are torn away. Spit words like knives. Inside the fields, A former life decay. A poison sword we swallow. Will you fall back? Sing for your health. Sing for the lonely nights, Existing in hell. In a loveless world we seem to live. My wings are torn away. Spit words like knives. Inside the fields, A former life decay. A poison sword we swallow. Will you fall back? Sing for your health. Sing for the lonely nights, Existing in hell. In a loveless world we seem to live. My wings are torn. I suffocate. In the darkest place. Of the black market hell I live. My wings are torn. I suffocate. In the darkest place. Of the black market hell I live. My wings are torn. I suffocate. I suffocate