Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Faces

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