The Vitriol کے بول

Countless times in a row Grow thorns in envy Cold will hate steady grow Admiration and scorn And solemnly you wear Bruises. careful adorned But brave I carry on I never will belong I'm on the run I strike me on And strike me on Your feigned embellished jaw I'm on the run I strike me on And strike me on Till nearly cessation Endure the vitriol Fairy tales someone wrote Once about me No one has ever told Disturbed in my devout Cherished reveries By your incessant fraud