Luyện nghe bài hát Best Forgotten

Arms towering into
Feels I am going in my sleep
The dead are under my pillow
Is a place for you in me?

Best

Gates closing you draw near
At the very of melancholia
were his last words
Is there still something to die

Inside my a wasteland
That you can fill with life
For are strangers in our way
us under, dreaming us under tonight

As as the grave
If I lie to you

Imposed in the
Every word is
and best

Words into a seal
My life is a curse I keep to
The dead are breaking under my
Memories of when you were

forgotten

Lips when you are near
At the pit of melancholia
Those were her souls
Is there something to dream of?

Inside my a wasteland still
That you could make me feel
For are snakes in our way
us under, nesting us under tonight

As certain as the if I lie to you again

in the darkness
Every word is
and best