Luyện nghe bài hát Antebellum

We asleep in arms that fondled our teeth
And them off to thieves
Now we sell around

Only time will tell if stories like will share the same fate

of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they
The battlefields are with the ignominy stained creed
With their eyes, eyes blindfolded
They rise this world

Kneeling and before him

We fell asleep in that fondled our teeth
And sold off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves

Waiting on
Fed to us a plastic spoon

Consuming the scraps, of the and deceased
With every spoken today
Make you will and understand
A typical nurtured, over many moons passed

Regiments of disconnects in a moronic gentleman's war
With their eyes, eyes blindfolded they rise
The battlefields are colored with the stained creed
With eyes, their eyes blindfolded
They into this world

Beyond the hillside
A figure appears as the over us darkens
We look up to our fears
And by the of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and proclaims:

"Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak simpletons.
You have to hide, bow before me."

The morale dwindles
As stare at me I yell:
"As we perish may our blood that
Be not taken in vain, giving us continuance."

And as he slaughtered all one by one
I watched from a
Waiting for the to raise my hand
"No more, will I be under manipulation."

I thrust
my perceptive glove
Gathering all my
Thou now disappear
Bruised and
Severed in hand
The has failed
Well forget

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our
And sold them off to
Now we sell around

on knowledge
Fed to us with a plastic spoon; with a plastic

of disconnects
With their eyes, eyes blindfolded they rise
Battlefields with creeds
Their eyes, eyes blindfolded
They into this world