Luyện nghe bài hát Blackened Lids

In the fall streets, shadows of Daniel,
Formulate the of survival, subtracted by stabbing's,
Saw three growing up, sudden in the heart rate,
Bullets are beheadings, In a eyes,
people fucked up on meth,
Black fucked up on rock,
Both peoples supply, drug money talks,
White children and children,
Boneless of the ghetto, fuck love,
In the end, only befriends you,
magazines and 40's on the corner,
Despair dead in the gutter,
In search of emptiness and contents,
Dependant on a welfare incredibly complex,
Cast into the shadows of the lions pit,
Beneath the red brick buildings and an lit sky,
scared into the never ending never endings,
Beneath the pale corneas and blackened of a child's eyes.

Blackened lids of a child's eyes, eyes,
lids of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened lids of a eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes.

Heart breaks when the shatters,
The screams violence, a colorless entity, intimacy,
Liquid and stains the concrete mixture,
a mark on the world, beyond pretend,
Light under moonlight, philly's in the evening,
One mans form of escape to the bleeding,
Explain and envy when the lights go off,
Turn tears to when the fight is lost,
day to day on the subway train,
Scribble sonnets on the back of your hand as fast as came,
of tenements, hopes, and dreams,
The hopeless, can hope to leave,
At the center of good bye it straight to hell,
Beneath the red brick buildings and an lit sky,
Hollow out the with a shot gun shell,
Beneath the pale corneas and blackened of a child's eyes.

Blackened lids of a child's eyes, eyes,
Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened lids of a eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes.

Steal the light from there eyes, past the look,
is clockwork, follow the dying to death,
Cocaine is the father, is the mother,
Sex is the poison produces the stress,
Sightless gun fights children pull, squeeze,
Children of intent, are no good,
Cause a child dies at when its born in the hood,
But a child, a child in the flesh,
houses desperate to fuck,
Formulate the rate of survival, by stabbing's,
Saw three growing up, sudden in the heart rate,
are beheadings, In a child's eyes,
Weep slowly and maybe will hear,
the red brick buildings and an orange lit sky,
Maybe just someone will hear,
Beneath the pale and blackened lids of a child's eyes.

Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened lids of a child's eyes, eyes,
lids of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes.