گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I'm on my knees to save what's left of my soul
The God of nothing nailed my brain to his pole
Spitting out my thoughts like fires from hell
I'm locked up inside this cold prison cell
But every night I cross my heart waiting for to die
I've got something inside
A pain I cannot hide
In the sleep of reason take your lies away from me
Everyone carries his own monstrosity
It's me, It's me not you ordinary monster
It's me, It's me with no escape
