Luyện nghe bài hát Black and White

Nothing my heart so wild as being
In possession of a potent
Racing down the in a nude descension
and discarding my hide
But the bold strokes so quickly
And often that I wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion rate of
Hanging to my as they dry
How can I want more than a new hell in which to fry
I see in only black and white?

There's a sinful sort of of being
So contained, a bit being lost
Stumbling the background like a small town loner
Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always
How writing letters from the lonely margins feel
When there is no on my head?
Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly
Tell me, where do I go instead?

When atonement comes in distant
I might wait until the next to
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly
through the back of my face
Its a vulgar, hidden part of tethered to the world right now;
all my dollars to remain a member
Nothing in my eyes but a
Do I bother to define myself beyond what allow?
Have I already how?