Luyện nghe bài hát Anxiety

Where is my real imaginary world? Empty of the sunset
spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings
The laughing is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb
life is running 'way the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands
Blood in the empty, tins cut off heads, strange creations of the nature
the bulbs, black lights under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth
I found oneself death in the room tangled hands shoots of vine
the grimace of has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes
The of life triumphed