Luyện nghe bài hát Blackened Lids

In the streets, follow shadows of Daniel,
the rate of survival, subtracted by stabbing's,
Saw growing up, sudden drop in the heart rate,
Bullets are beheadings, In a eyes,
people fucked up on meth,
Black people up on rock,
peoples supply, cause drug money talks,
White and black children,
Boneless of the ghetto, fuck love,
In the end, hatred befriends you,
Dirty magazines and on the corner,
lays dead in the gutter,
In search of emptiness and contents,
Dependant on a welfare system complex,
Cast deep the shadows of the lions pit,
the red brick buildings and an orange lit sky,
Stumble into the never ending never endings,
Beneath the corneas and blackened lids of a child's eyes.

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

Heart when the glass 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 jealousy and when the lights go off,
Turn to friends when the fight is lost,
day to day on the subway train,
Scribble sonnets on the back of your hand as as they came,
of tenements, hopes, and dreams,
The hopeless, can only to leave,
At the center of bye take it straight to hell,
Beneath the red brick buildings and an lit sky,
Hollow out the head with a gun shell,
Beneath the pale corneas and blackened lids of a eyes.

Blackened lids of a child's eyes, eyes,
Blackened lids of a eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened lids of a eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened lids of a 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 that produces the stress,
Sightless gun fights pull, children squeeze,
Children of intent, are no good,
Cause a child dies at when its born in the hood,
But still a child, a in the flesh,
Public houses to fuck,
Formulate the of survival, subtracted by stabbing's,
Saw three growing up, sudden drop in the rate,
are beheadings, In a child's eyes,
Weep and maybe someone will hear,
Beneath the red brick buildings and an lit sky,
Maybe maybe someone will hear,
Beneath the pale corneas and blackened lids of a 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,
lids of a child's eyes, child's eyes.