Roya Arab

Iranian Musician and Archaeologist

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?