I could feel my hands trembling,
these drums sound same like my soul shivering,
the so-so darkened voice crackin' in the breeze,
oh please save me from these trauma beats.

I guess it's getting late and it is called fate,
slower than the adrenaline runnin' in my veins,
think it won't reach, wish it was free,
tomorrow you'll realize, you could never breathe.

The wheel of fortune driven by the reality,
says fortune favours the “tragedy”,
and if you...