Luyện nghe bài hát Cast To The Pyre

(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm of it all, I've stopped searching
for meanings... there are none. Time nothing, all it does is make you
more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the 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 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 fucking miss you...
who will miss you when you are dead? I will you... no one...)

It's time to out of net
To call in all the old
To stumble all the harsh words
And all the wounds
To every glance
darkened romance
And it to the pyre

To the words, feign the phrases
To finish those unwritten pages
If I even closed the on you
I'm sorry, I never knew else to do
It's call and the hour is late
Time for the last nail in the
cast me to the fire...

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