Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Inch Cut

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

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

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

My pain is for our survival

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

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

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

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

In my I grow, I am finally touching the ground
Found the missing that makes a man whole