Luyện nghe bài hát As I Feed The Flames Of Hate

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

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

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

myself the memories
Only worsens the flood of
Drowning me time
As I struggle to my composure.

It's asking to deny the for my existence
I feel that somewhere, somehow,
Our two paths will at one point
Through some spiritual, yet bond
Which so far had prevented all of my
Attempts and conspiracies to
her from my heart.

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