Luyện nghe bài hát A Creeping Dose

Hell upon me
the reigns of atomic end
It matter what I believe
in the end its all about the means

These are no longer safe for breathing
convey the fatal blow
But a vessel that special delivers its
flowing straight into my lungs
I have known that it would end this way
But I was up, shut down, shoving it all away
I was in
And now know all guilty too
Youre guilty

a sickness in my body
Every pore, every
An avenue for the life to its host
Everything I touch I my husk behind
Empty bones and of fumes that sear my soul
Ill repair these tattered
With a drop of upon my tongue

Im too to move
Im too weak to make it
The soil I lay has been polluted with the truth
And Im too to move
Arms made of lead along a shortness of breath
Brought on by of dead men
With no of regret

Theres a sickness in my
pore, every aperture
An avenue for the to escape its host
Everything I touch I leave my behind
Empty bones and undertones of fumes sear my soul
Ill repair these tattered
a drop of cyanide upon my tongue

Now my lungs are filled with a creeping dose of disgust
For the world I used to

The world has yet to see what can be unleashed
When you fuck with the travesty