گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Siren of souls
howling and piercing the night.
These are the streets,
clinic fingertips.
Sex and Violence.
A naked soul, smashed apart.
Yearning, searching, longing.
There are the street, I call my home.
A light pressure,
reality dissolves,
I am shattered
light, streams, energy
My ground is shifting
A mosaic of senses.
Matter is running through my fingers,
time is laughing at me.
This is the world.
Pulse. Surreal.
