Ourselves کے بول

Eyes facing me wanting to blame me I'm at a war and the artillery is aimed at me You talk like you care about these people They spend their lives blaming me, saying I'm weird People are savages fighting for Money Look at yourself, hipocryte, you don’t care Don’t blame me, don’t look at me You’re just like those laughing at me Without disguise, be who you are An idea that has already died My misfortune is the reason for their joy She is dancing with them celebrating my fall You are just like the others