Birth کے بول

White paper and empty places The head between my shoulders wounded and bleeding badly I can smell your remorse Stains all over Been outside and seen it all You are the master, you know it all Made yourself a number And your time is now Holding tight, wish you were nearer Lost my voice, don't want to scream no more It's like a box and I'm trapped inside I've been paralyzed This narrow road ends to a ditch Been outside and seen it all You are the master, you know it all Made yourself a number And your time is now You fit in the program And your blood is fine The skin is perfect And your heart is in time