Dysphoria کے بول

Sweet discipline of denial Intimate with nothing Soft illusions of love Satisfied with nothing Each and every soul Contains the same capacity Empty inside Who did this to me? Lives so small Cold kiss of loneliness They break my heart Because they exist Sick discipline of denial Intimate with no one Sick illusions of love Satisfied with no one And the planet continues to spin Like it did when i was a child And the planet continues to spin Like it will after i die And the planet continues to spin