Grief کے بول

I hear your step With your boot Squeeze the trigger In your revolver And ibe dead In your head Guilty have Control In your soul So grief (grief,grief,grief) And grief (grief,grief,grief) I hear your step With your boot Squeeze the trigger In your revolver And ibe dead In your head Guilty have Control In your soul So grief (grief,grief,grief) And grief (grief,grief,grief)