Where Shadows Weep For Men کے بول

Ripped down piece by piece Old life crumbles in your hand I feel deceased No burn no sickness how surprising is ok Dont look at me i am shamed i wear my letter You piont your finger never good enough Never get up weak like sand and ask your tearing me down The ache in my back the burn in my legs Your sight burns me I feel no more it said you only die once lies filthy lies