when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your دل
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when آپ want your self back
where do آپ go
who do آپ turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know آپ just wait
but i'm not sure if آپ are playing tricks on me
can آپ end my sorrow
یا is it آپ who causes my agony
will آپ be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
infecting your دل
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when آپ want your self back
where do آپ go
who do آپ turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know آپ just wait
but i'm not sure if آپ are playing tricks on me
can آپ end my sorrow
یا is it آپ who causes my agony
will آپ be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
