I have hidden myself
Far away from here
I became deaf
I cant hearMy eyes are cursed
I hate to see
But my mouth are worst
And its horrible to speakBe in my shoes
The holder of souls
The complainer of doubt
The seeker of truth
Eyes
I have hidden myself
Far away from here
I became deaf
I cant hearMy eyes are cursed
I hate to see
But my mouth are worst
And its horrible to speakBe in my shoes
The holder of souls
The complainer of doubt
The seeker of truth