It hurts.It hurts.
My body.My mind.
All taken over سے طرف کی pain.
Refusing for me to gain.


Evil cutting me down.
Good not raising me up.
It's like being damned.
Almost like being jammed.


I'm lame.
I'm weak.
I'm taken over سے طرف کی hell.
My future is unable to tell.

What am I doing?
Why am I lame?
I not weak!
Acting like my future is so bleak!


I مککا, عجیب الخلقت evil in the face!
I mustn't let evil force cut me down!
Good is raising me up!
Evil smaller than a damn cup!


I'm forever strong!
Forever long!
I'm bold!
And I'm forever cold.