Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Faces

at the hourglass.
My life it feels like a running with no direction.
Watching as it draws a perception obscene from a resurrection.
on reality.
The walls of my insides bleed from the excess incisions.
Drawn and quartered from the monster who pulls on the strings from the of me.
I'm dying to see what it is that is away at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
They burn the inside out.
Ice in the flames buring all around.
So to the beauty of sleep.
It feels the walls are melting, freezing into me.
I lost track of time?
Why can't I feel the
at the hourglass.
My it feels like a machine running with no direction.
and quartered from the monster who pulls on the strings in my resurrection.
I'm dying to see it is that is eating away at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
They from the inside out.
I'm dying to see what it is is eating away at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
They from the inside out.
out.
When the frusturation makes a move, the hand will swallow you.
It's tearing a inside.
I'm alive.
The smell of flesh is seeping my range.
Thrashing, hoping for a way.
The push, the pull, it's tearing my will to thrive in the day.
Pins and needles jabbing my veins.
On the of losing sanity.
The beast and I can't do a thing about it.
I'm dying to see what it is is eating away at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
They burn the inside out.
Fuck me, I am for sleep.
exactly is eating away at me?
Now the are the sun in my world.
They burn from the out.