Theophobia کے بول

Oh, my God, I'm sorry We've had some before thee And you may break my body Broken baby bird bones And the smell of being alone adorn the vanishing throne Oh, no I'm never going to speak again Oh, no I'm never going to speak again Endure the fire flakes And burn down the garden of Eden Give up on everyone 'Cause nobody's there when you need them Nobody's there when you need them