Lost But Not All Gone کے بول

Somewhere I was lost. Off but not all gone. Gave me nothing of God. Come here mister, take in no love, even if it ca nvases so. When the b lind eye never liked what the wide e ye never sees. Here I lie the same I fell at first. Give me anything but apathy or love and curse. Waiting for my soul to wake and come a live again. Can I not torment this with a canon of assisted duress. Waiting for my soul to stir and wake, rejoice, and come a nd alive again