Take Me کے بول

Take the dirt I'm standing on Take the virgin snow Take the earth fracked with accounts hacked And show me where to go I laid waste at a break-neck pace I was waging war I will grind myself like a corpse It's a habit Just being dramatic No reason to panic Take my blood and ugly lungs Take my guts out too Take this flood of empty thoughts And tell me what to do I laid waste at a break-neck pace I was waging war I will grind myself like a corpse