Luyện nghe bài hát Cast To The Pyre

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

time to cast out of net
To call in all the old
To stumble over all the words
And heal all the
To steal glance
Every romance
And cast it to the

To rewrite the words, feign the
To finish those unwritten pages
If I even closed the 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, the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...]