Luyện nghe bài hát Blackened Lids

In the streets, follow shadows of Daniel,
Formulate the rate of survival, by stabbing's,
Saw three growing up, drop in the heart rate,
Bullets are beheadings, In a eyes,
people fucked up on meth,
Black fucked up on rock,
Both supply, cause drug money talks,
White children and children,
bastards of the ghetto, fuck love,
In the end, hatred befriends you,
magazines and 40's on the corner,
Despair dead in the gutter,
In search of emptiness and contents,
Dependant on a system incredibly complex,
Cast deep into the shadows of the pit,
Beneath the red brick and an orange lit sky,
scared into the never 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 of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes.

Heart when the glass shatters,
The barrel violence, a colorless entity, intimacy,
spills and stains the concrete mixture,
Leave a mark on the world, pretend,
Light dutches under moonlight, in the evening,
One mans form of to clot the bleeding,
Explain jealousy and when the lights go off,
Turn tears to friends when the is lost,
Live day to day on the train,
Scribble sonnets on the back of hand as fast as they came,
of tenements, hopes, and dreams,
The hopeless, can hope to leave,
At the center of good bye take it to hell,
Beneath the red brick and an orange lit sky,
Hollow out the with a shot gun shell,
Beneath the pale corneas and lids of a child's eyes.

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

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