Carved Out کے بول

hate in cold blue patience not a virtue blood for every sin hate is my weapon power is a game for cowards i smell your kind for miles i see you behind that badge see it's a joke for me three years in a hole for me served everyday laughing at all of you trust is a knife in the back trust is a bullet through the head you're under my skin but i can carve you out like a parasite i can carve you out it burns in cold blue