Luyện nghe bài hát Blackened Lids

In the fall streets, shadows of Daniel,
the rate of survival, subtracted by stabbing's,
Saw three up, sudden drop in the heart rate,
Bullets are beheadings, In a eyes,
White people up on meth,
Black fucked up on rock,
Both peoples supply, cause drug talks,
children and black children,
Boneless bastards of the ghetto, love,
In the end, hatred befriends you,
magazines and 40's on the corner,
Despair dead in the gutter,
In search of and alcoholic contents,
Dependant on a welfare system complex,
Cast deep into the shadows of the pit,
the red brick buildings and an orange lit sky,
Stumble scared into the ending never endings,
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.

Heart breaks when the shatters,
The barrel violence, a colorless entity, intimacy,
Liquid spills and the concrete mixture,
Leave a mark on the world, pretend,
Light dutches under moonlight, in the evening,
One form of escape to clot the bleeding,
Explain jealousy and when the lights go off,
Turn tears to friends the fight is lost,
Live day to day on the train,
Scribble on the back of your hand as fast as they 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 buildings and an orange lit sky,
out the head with a shot gun shell,
Beneath the corneas and blackened lids of a child's eyes.

Blackened lids of a child's eyes, 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.

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 that produces the stress,
Sightless gun fights children pull, squeeze,
of intent, children 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 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 maybe will hear,
Beneath the red brick buildings and an lit sky,
Maybe maybe someone will hear,
Beneath the pale corneas and 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.