Wiseblood کے بول

This'll be my last hope That this dream will carry me through But history is a long rope And truth can't make it mute If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? And this'll be my one remorse That extremes kept me abused But mystery is a long recourse And time can't make it new If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? In these pardoned days, I am losing all my senses In this timeless daze, I can barely see through In this crowded space, I am losing all my senses In this drowned out phase, I can barely see through If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing? If it doesn't make you wiser Doesn't make you stronger Doesn't make you live a little bit What are you doing?