Manage My Fly کے بول

I would die in agony So you would never clearly see That i'm done with all my pains And flown out in deadly ailing haste Don't wanna float in morbid air Don't wanna soar in frozen haze Do you know i have drilled my skills? Do you find that i am well prepared? For the wasted moments way ahead Do the demons lose their route? Or they simply trace my trembling beam And nose my incertitude? I'm trying to curtail my sinuous path I'm trying putting on so wrong deluding marks Staying frail for all the sleuths Assuming forms of any modern ghost Where am i appointed to? Who will meet me at the end? All these questions left in space And flown out in deadly ailing haste Manage my fly, Manage my fly