Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Faces

at the hourglass.
My life it like a machine running with no direction.
Watching time as it draws a perception obscene a resurrection.
on reality.
The of my insides they bleed from the excess incisions.
and quartered from the monster who pulls on the strings from the core of me.
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.
Ice in the flames buring all around.
So blind to the of sleep.
It feels like the are melting, freezing into me.
I lost track of time?
Why can't I feel the
at the hourglass.
My life it feels a machine running with no direction.
and quartered from the monster who pulls on the strings in my resurrection.
I'm dying to see what it is that is eating at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
They from the inside out.
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.
out.
When the makes a move, the second hand will swallow you.
It's a hole 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.
and needles jabbing into my veins.
On the verge of sanity.
The beast tears and I can't do a thing it.
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.
Fuck me, I am for sleep.
exactly is eating away at me?
Now the are the sun in my world.
They from the inside out.