Luyện nghe bài hát Blackened Lids

In the streets, follow shadows of Daniel,
the rate of survival, subtracted by stabbing's,
Saw three growing up, sudden drop in the rate,
are beheadings, In a child's eyes,
White 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, only hatred you,
Dirty and 40's on the corner,
lays dead in the gutter,
In search of emptiness and contents,
Dependant on a system incredibly complex,
deep into the shadows of the lions pit,
Beneath the red brick buildings and an lit sky,
Stumble scared into the ending never endings,
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.

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

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

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

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