Lier کے بول

Feel fragmented By pursuit the myth of success Pieces of a soul Subdivided in the here and now The pretending soul Suffocates the real one Lies and more lies Raised up to justify my selfishness I got lost In natural without he is road Fearfullish Through see all what the build this fear I'm confused Because I caught in by myself A kind of existence Draw in circle more and more and circle through days My mind escapes a peaceful moment in my day These kind of feelings that I want to feel again