Cianeto کے بول

Do everything Go to places that prevails the hate By the hurt, by the sadness, the coldness remains Testify the grace The corruption is growing Corrupt me with their insane devotion My epitaph of lost dreams Behold my heart, before pleasures Burn all the rage and scream their agony Being abhorrent, the hated one Seal the pain, worthless persons In the grave of all centuries Our cold epilogue, the last walk We are those who live for nothing And neither of us can believe In their fanciful confessions, filthy confessions And neither of us can be deceived With promises of fools, filthy conceptions