Luyện nghe bài hát Cast To The Pyre

(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped
for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is you
bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too
apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a that has lied to you since
the day you were born. Only would fill it's days with so much
fucking misery to prove to that it must be worth something. To
who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking you...
who miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...)

It's time to out of net
To call in all the old
To stumble over all the harsh
And all the wounds
To steal glance
Every romance
And it to the pyre

To rewrite the words, feign the
To finally finish unwritten pages
If I even the chapter on you
I'm sorry, I never knew what to do
It's call and the hour is late
Time for the last nail in the
Then me to the fire...

[People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning may consume you...]