گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Forced words of remorse sear my throat
As embers of empty apologies
Turn to ashes at your ears
Incinerating my will to compromise
Your visage mirrored
Across a thousand shards of broken glass
Reflections of the victim
You've made yourself to be
Twisting every word into a blade
The edge of every lie you speak
Carves and lacerates the truth from me
A liars tongue
In the mouth of a coward
Blood will stain the path you take
And remain
As the grave of every choice you made
