Luyện nghe bài hát Black and White

Nothing makes my so wild as being
In possession of a potent
Racing the stairs in a nude descension
Shedding and my hide
But the strokes crack so quickly
And it's that I wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion of surrender
Hanging to my as they dry
How can I want something more than a new hell in to fry
When I see in only and white?

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

When atonement comes in waves
I might wait the next to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly
Staring through the of my face
Its a vulgar, part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my dollars to a member
Nothing in my but a scowl
Do I to define myself beyond what they allow?
Have I forgotten how?