Strangled Screams (Arab, R)
Like a train I sense it coming
My feet glued to the ground
Like a storm I taste its moisture
Before the floods come trickling in
Like a breeze I feel its whisper
My ears deafened with fear
Like a dying star we see your movements
Our thoughts as strangled screams
Where are your going
How are you taking me
Am I agreeing?
Like a train I sense it coming
My feet glued to the ground
Like a storm I taste its moisture
Before the floods come trickling in
Like a breeze I feel its whisper
My ears deafened with fear
Like a dying star we see your movements
Our thoughts as strangled screams
Where are your going
How are you taking me
Am I agreeing?