Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Inch Cut

As the life goes on as usual, a three feet wall
7 cut, not the first and certainly not the last
A full of adrenaline
Tormenting its victim for hours it has drawn its last breath
For a long forgotten

for an answer, nothing is real I am lost in this world
Searching for truth, screaming but no one will my silent scream

I found my self again, after all these
I go clarity, clarity
In my sleep I grow, I am finally the ground
the missing part that makes a man whole

My pain is for our survival

The pain from the piercing of skin, makes me much stronger and
pain, sweet artifacts (sweet artifacts), and as the skin breaks

A death mask, shape, small mistakes makes him more visible
A mask, taking shape, small mistakes makes him more visible

Searching for the answer, but still I'm for the truth
My is vital for our survival
My is vital for our survival

I found my self again, all these years
I go clarity, clarity

In my sleep I grow, I am finally touching the
the missing part that makes a man whole