The crux is flayed… It’s losing face… The way things are… It is not in my hold… My crux is cold… It is wrenching my soul.. Like a big, ugly ghoul… It will pass… I will clear… ‘Cause time runs… ‘Cause time runs… And you forget… Everyone forgets…
The crux is flayed… It’s losing face… The way things are… It is not in my hold… My crux is cold… It is wrenching my soul.. Like a big, ugly ghoul… It will pass… I will clear… ‘Cause time runs… ‘Cause time runs… And you forget… Everyone forgets…
Spicy Rasam 