Luyện nghe bài hát As I Feed The Flames Of Hate

A conspiratory silence fills my
A hardly mentioned
Yet it my every move.
Power of will is enough
Accomplishing nothing but a
of completeness.

Pretense, my own
As by me to humiliate no one
But myself.
This foolish game I -
[My spirit] subjected to ever new,
Devious by my mind -
scars my soul!
Etched in anguish, memories out in pain,

To maintain my battedred brings relief.
While rest is an for torture.

Denying myself the
worsens the flood of emotion
Drowning me every
As I to maintain my composure.

It's asking to deny the reason for my
Because I that somewhere, somehow,
Our two paths will join at one
Through spiritual, yet tangible bond
Which so far had prevented all of my
Attempts and insignifant to
Eradicate her my heart.

I bludgeon pain into a manageable mold
Encysted in layers of hate, permitting to
as I maintain -
Hidden impermeable walls
Of my own bulsh*t!!!