Gheddiseh ye Khiabanha
To cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
The kiss of vanity blessed me with a spiritual murder
And fed the gods of war insatiable
Your home is where the dark is, I should've told her
And embraced the fire indestructible?
